Sinful Lashes Novels & Stories

Eyeliner maybe? Her next movements are quick and then her lips are this subdued shade of pink, something that flatters her skin color. I can't keep myself from touching her, wrapping my hands around her waist just as she twists her mascara tube closed. "You look beautiful." I pull her into me. She gazes up at me through her eyelashes and yep. Instant boner. She's got siren eyes, black wings extending just past her lash line. It's nothing too bold but bold enough that she looks even more tempting.

A touch of mystique awaited me in the form of eyeliner, a tool that had the power to accentuate the windows to my soul. With practiced expertise, I guided the slender pen along my lash line, creating a subtle flick at the outer corners. The inky black liquid intensified my gaze, imbuing it with a hint of allure and mystery. It was a moment of transformation, where my eyes became a captivating story waiting to be discovered. The final act in this symphony of makeup artistry was the application of mascara, the magical elixir that transformed my lashes into luscious tendrils. The wand danced delicately across my lashes, coating them in jet-black color and adding length and volume with each stro

Her makeup was neutral and her eyelashes were thickened and straightened with mascara, pointing forward like a fan. Sarah had good eyelashes so she didn't need to fix artificial lashes. All that needed to be done on her lashes was applying a little mascara to it to give it the desired look. After making sure that the makeup had completely blended with Sarah's skin, Maryam sprayed a setting mist to help lock in her makeup look. Sarah fluttered her long dark lashes, following this. "Waw, you're as pretty as a painting, Mrs. Wilson. You're such a beauty," Maryam complimented. Sarah smiled broadly before the mirror and said,

The stockings cling flawlessly, enhancing her natural elegance. In front of the vanity, Sienna leans closer to the mirror, inspecting her reflection. She brushes a dusting of blush onto her cheeks, just enough to give her skin a soft, radiant glow. Her lips, full and slightly pouty, get a coat of deep rose lipstick—bold, yet refined. Her eyeliner is sharp, her wings drawn with the precision of a steady hand, and her lashes are darkened with mascara, fanned out in perfect symmetry. By the time she finishes, she looks nothing short of breathtaking.

Sara smiles before accepting it, “Can you explain her lashes? Did she have long lashes? Short lashes? Fake ones? Dramatic lashes?” Dramatic lashes? What in the world does that even mean? “Her lashes were of average.” I answered. She nods as she kept on moving her pencil over the pad and it is making me anxious and somewhat excited for the outcome of the drawing she is doing. “Did she have lashes on her lower lid?” I nod. “Yep. Just enough strands to make her eyes emphasized.” “Did she have a high cheekbone? Or like very prominent ones like one of those things that celebrities get after Botox?” She questions.

Her body shakes as she looks at me in horror. “I’m sorry luna, you’re an omega. An alpha needs a strong mate,” she protests, still as I glare at her. “Do you think you know better than the moon goddess? You rejected your mate. For you disrespect, I will up the lashes to 20 a day for the month. Lastly, if you should even as look at Elio, I will rip your heart out before you even blink,” I smile, clamping my hand down on her leg as my nails dig in, puncturing her skin as she lets out a little yelp. “Yes, yes I understand,” she pants as she reaches for my wrist to remove me.

He slide off the windowsill, and stood in front of her with his arms by her side, forming a cage. “My hair is black and my wolf is black. I have a chocolate eye with a gold rim. When I shift to a wolf, the gold rim engulfs chocolate forming a gold eye with a chocolate rim. Same goes for everyone here except for Makeala because she got her hair colored. Her actual hair, which she was born with, is burgundy. Your eyes are grey with a black rim and your wolf has pitch black eyes with a silver rim but your hair is black and your wolf is silver. Something doesn’t add up. So, my dear baby girl... What are you hiding from me?” he slowly came closer to her as he spoke, nose to nose with Selena. One

Which is for the last time. ..... I have chosen a beautiful sequin midnight blue and silver gown with rhinestones decorating on the blue part. A pair of shiny silver danglers to go with it. And a set of silver strappy kitten heels. With minimal makeup like, eyeliner, compact, lipstick and mascara. Lastly, wearing some perfume and getting a clutch, I am all ready to go! As I descend the stairs, my eyes fall on the man standing at the foot clad in a three piece charcoal black and white. When he turns around, a breath escapes my lips and he whispers, "Angel!"

It felt as if she was pulling my eyes up rather than my hair only. "LET ME GO! * I yelled in sobs, my body shuddered at the sudden attack and my vision got blurry, but those weren't the tears of pain, but the tears of pain when a lady who I have seen at Scarlet's parties before, slapped my cheek harder. My cheek instantly burned by the contact of the lady's palm with my cheek. Another lady rushed ahead and rubbed the ink on my face, I coughed when someone among them threw the black powder on my face and it got inside my mouth.

The black-haired girl introduced herself as Elsa, and the blond girl introduced herself as Alina. Before Emma could provide them with the list of questions. Silvia grabbed her hand and forced her into the restroom. Told her to have a long relaxing shower. Once done they did her waxing which was so painful. They asked about the waxing of private parts which she denied immediately because she always keeps herself clean and secondly that was freaking awkward. Then they started doing Lord knows which sort of manicures and pedicures. Then they did her light makeup and handed her the bag asking her to wear it.