Sexy Acrylic Nails Novels & Stories

I walked into a room with bright lights, I sat in front of a huge mirror and a ring light, two girls sat in front of me, one trimmed and filed my nails, then she brought out ten packs of acrylic nails with different colors. “Which do you like?!.” She asked. I stared at them then pick a gold colored nails. While the others cleaned, trimmed and polished my toenails. “What color do you want on your toenails?!.” The other girls asled. “White!.” I replied. Once they were done the make up artist came in and began my makeup, it didn’t take much time, though she was very gentle and cearful and dhowered me with complementes. One of the loads I met earlier walked in. “I am Rose nice to meat you beauty

The discussion room online, too, was bombarded with comments and questions. [Simon Gray is too handsome!] [Why would someone so handsome cheat? Why?!] The world was reeling with questions and astonishment, as well as hating on Charmine for doing such a despicable act. Meanwhile, the mastermind sat languidly on her sofa as she painted her nails bright red. It was a unique warmth-sensory nail paint. Once applied, it would turn the nails bright red, and the tip of the nails would turn dark cow-blood red.

Nina grinned mischievously, but then granted me the favor of changing the subject. “I’ve been coming here once a week lately, usually with a few other girls from work. These ladies are the best of the best. I mean, come on. This is true artistry.” She held her freshly polished fingers out in front of her, admiring the glossy hot pink polish that exactly matched her current hair color. A piece of heart-shaped gold foil was pressed carefully into the center of each nail. The two manicurists, still not looking up from their work, both smiled shyly.

Maria stared at her strawberry pink coated nails with her middle finger painted yellow with a cute pink flower design that had a tiny pink diamond in the middle. "I think Mai's nails are really cute. It suits you." Maria admired Mai's lapis blue painted nails with a yellow star design on her middle and thumb nail. After leaving Black Swan Boutique, Duchess Dior suggested that they all go and visit the capitol's second popular jewelry store called New Moon Palace.

Now, it was time to relax. We are called to pick our colors. Ayo opted to go for a blue so dark that it looked black. Jess and Lucy both selected pinks, while I chose crackle nail polish in gold and green. We took our seats in the manicure chairs next to each other and our technicians began to clean and cut our nails. “So what exactly is going on with you and Cody, Jess?” I ask her. She blushes and looks away. “We’re just hanging out.”

The bleaching that would strip me down and rebuild me into her double. Manicures came next. Pedicures. Nails filed into perfect little shapes, buffed until they shined, painted with colors that caught the light. My wrist throbbed faintly when the manicurist handled it, but I pressed through without a word. The last thing I wanted was for Sienna to panic again.

With something new to fixate on, the tears that waited behind my eyes began to fade and I found myself enjoying my day with Tyra and Nicki. "See, nothing a good old girls' day can't fix." Nicki shrugged, examining her freshly painted nails. A smile of approval formed on her face, and she held them out for me to see. "Their beautiful." I nodded, taking my wolf's advice to remain in the present. "But how do you fight with fake nails on?" "Very, very carefully." Nicki rolled her eyes, "You wouldn't believe how many times I've chipped a nail." "Were werewolves, Nicki." Tyra rolled her eyes, snickering at our shallow friend. "We have claws. I don't think we were meant to have fake nails."

No business calls, no stress, no second guessing. Just us. After our hair, we got our nails done—Sophie chose bright red stiletto tips, of course. Jade went with a neutral almond shape, and I picked soft blush pink. Something simple yet elegant. “Ugh, I feel like a whole new woman,” Sophie groaned in satisfaction, flexing her fingers dramatically. “Wait until we get to the spa,” Jade replied, giggling like a child as we stepped out of the salon. “That's where the real magic happens.”

Hannah Viona and I stepped out of the nail salon, freshly manicured and ready to take on the world—or at the very least, a tedious dinner engagement with my soon-to-be ex-husband and his would-be mistress. “That color looks perfect on you,” Viona said, admiring her glossy pink nails as we strolled down the street. “And they’re so… long.” I hummed in agreement as I admired my own nails. I usually kept my nails clipped relatively short with nude or pink polish, but lately… that just didn’t feel like me anymore. This time, I had gone for deep crimson, almond-shaped acrylics. And I was glad I did.

There's an entire Sephora store in her box. "How much make-" Selena grabs my face, squeezing my cheeks inward, forcing my lips to pout. Chuckling, she gets to work with her foundations and powders. Brushes and blenders. Pink things and black things. Soft things and hard things. When Selena's done creating her masterpiece, she steps away and gives me a full view of myself in the mirror. I gasp. My lips are fuller, glossier. My creamy skin is flawless, my green eyes brought out and made vivid by a black color she keeps referring to as shimmering onyx.