Sinful Lashes Novels & Stories

It felt like gravity had chosen him as its center, and I was already caught. God, how could anyone look like that? As if he’d been sculpted on a day the universe was feeling indulgent. He lifted a hand and slid his sunglasses off. I sucked in a breath. His eyes were dark and slow-burning, the kind that didn’t rush but promised. The kind that could dismantle a woman’s defenses without ever touching her. And then, worse, they settled on me. My heart stuttered, a sharp, almost painful skip against my ribs. “Who the fuck is he?” I murmured, leaning toward Lilith before they reached us.

I look at her, “Look at how talking. Wow, sis, you look beautiful I told her. “Thank you she blushed. She does look beautiful. I love her makeup, it little, but the lips are rosy red. Her eyes have a little blue eyeshadow with a wing with black eyeliner. Sherry does not need fake eyelashes. Her eyelashes are simply perfect. “So, we don't need to put a fake one on."

she replies with a wink. Thalia returns in exactly half an hour. I've just gotten out of the shower and have to get dressed. It's 4 PM, and I don't know how she is going to get this done. In an hour, my makeup is done with subtle eye shadow, light mascara, and eye liner. My lips look different too. I go to touch them, and she yells, "Don't touch! They are overlined, and you could smudge my work."

The veil was gone. For the first time in twenty-three years, Angeline Verona-Marielle Lombardi was visible. She wasn't "disgustingly ugly". She was perfection. Her skin was like alabaster, her features sharp and aristocratic, but it was her eyes that struck Roman like a physical blow. They weren't the eyes of a "groomed and silenced" victim. They were dark, calculating, and filled with a fire that promised to burn his carefully laid plans to ash.

Atop my head perched an elegant crystal tiara, a touch of regal charm. As my gaze traced down, gratitude swelled upon seeing Bernadette's artistry with makeup. She had chosen a restrained palette, highlighting my features in the most delicate manner. My eyelashes, darkened by mascara, seemed to stretch towards the heavens. Lips painted in a soft shade of red exuded a natural allure, and my eyelids shimmered with a hint of sparkly light brown. The eyeliner, a deep maroon, added a touch of mystique to my gaze, which gleamed with the chosen hues, enhancing my emerald irises.

She also unbuttoned Tristan’s pants. ‘Why do I feel embarrassed?’ Selina shook her head. She crouched right in front of Tristan’s handsome face. Secretly pay attention. “I just realized that you have a mole on the corner of your lip. Your eyelashes are also thick. Well ... wouldn’t this too much for a man? The jaw is firm and beautiful. Lips are also a natural pink color. Your skin is so smooth. The pores are invisible. Did you do some treatment to have such a clear skin?” Selina felt comfort by watching that face. She had looked at it for almost five minutes. Even her hands had dared to touch Tristan’s eyelashes. It’s long and curly. Usually most Arabian will have these types of lashes, but

I took in a deep breath and nodded yes, and she slowly spun me around in the chair that some of the men brought in for this occasion. Looking in the mirror, I could not believe my eyes, Lina, the makeup artist did a natural look on my face, so as to leave the feel of not much makeup on. My eyes are done up with a smokey grey look, highlighting the almond shape of my eyes, and my lashes look longer and fuller than they ever had, but not so long that they look fake.

Powerful. Willow had taken it upon herself to offer quiet suggestions for Elara's make up, and she listened to everyone's suggestions carefully. She had accentuated her eyes with thick, dark lashes and a sharp line of kohl at the outer corners. Her lips were painted a deep bloodred, a bold choice that made a statement. The look was dramatic and intense, perfectly capturing the edgy vibe they were going for. Riven’s hand slid along her bare waist, the other running down her exposed thigh. His thumb, curving around the inside of my thigh, gave a slow, long stroke as if to say Sorry. To apologize for touching her so wantonly.

Through the gushing blood flowing from my forehead, I look up into her once hazel eyes which are now a pronounced red, nearly black colour, just as Maddox's are when he's furious with me, or the world in general. "I think its time you pay for your sins, don't you?" she threats, pushing my back further against the railing, making my bones all crack and creak with the new range of movement. I want to say no, tell her that Maddox will kill her, but I keep my mouth shut tighter when she flashes a new pair of pearly-white fangs she never had before. Someone has turned her... From what I know, no human is allowed to be turned unless under rule by the royal family.

I racked my brain, trying to recall if Zed had confessed to me about incidents like these, but sadly, I couldn’t remember any. “Yen, do you still remember when I told you about being frigid? Try to think about why both of you suffer this way. And I still remember you saying that both of you were viewing sex as something sinful. If you were in a seven-year relationship, I couldn’t imagine how many times your emotion almost carried you away, but I am sure you both suppressed the urge. And although this is not my specialty, I can only conclude that this resulted in your difficulty in getting aroused while it caused him this PES.”