Sinful Lashes Novels & Stories

I noted to myself, unable to handle the admiration and sudden rush of nerves. She wasn’t wearing any makeup at all, yet she was so naturally beautiful it made you want to just stare and admire her. Long, thick black lashes framed eyes of unbelievable depth and intensity, dark brown and piercing. Her lips were slightly full and naturally red, no lipstick either. A soft curve of perfect brows and long black hair like a raven’s wing. At the same time, her skin was fairly light and flawless. She reminded me of some dark-haired angel with a sweet doll-like face. So pure, so innocent, so bright.

She was awestruck by his beauty and couldn't stop herself from licking her bottom lip. He was really dishy with his long comb over hair, which was kohl black and looking sheen. Some strands of his hair covered his left eye a bit, making him appear more attractive. His scythe shaped brows furrowed in curiosity, fitting above his almond shaped eyes. A pair of thick and long lashes blinked sexily, with his hazel color eyes looking dreamy. She drooled even more and felt like she was in another universe, fantasying a prince charming.

I can’t help but ask. The breath almost completely expels from my lungs as Sinful turns his attention to mine, lavender eyes blazing with passion and intention. I would hate to be on the receiving end of his lustful powers. Even being in his presence allows me to feel the pull of his power, that if I were not aware of, I would be unable to resist his charms. Thankfully he has a mate, by the sounds of it, so I can relax a little more.

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.

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!"