Sinful Lashes Mga Nobela at Kwento

Or maybe her lips were just more sensitive now. She didn’t close her eyes. She could see that his eyelashes were only two centimeters away from hers. Each eyelash was clearly visible—black, slightly curved, with tips that glowed faintly in the warm light. The patterns on his irises became even more distinct at this distance: dark gray lines stretching across the blue background, like ice fragments floating on water stirred by the wind.

Chapter 45 Evelyn's Pov I felt my tongue scar with bitterness and my throat pulling hard to my stomach as I tried the dress Elena specially brought out for me. It was a Liliac corset gown with silver straps that glimmered under the rays of the lights and a sweetheart V line neck tag to exposed my cleavage slightly. She grinned at me and did a light make up, adding some contour and blush, applying some mascara and lipstick that one would think it's my occasion when it's hers.

Another pair of eyes. Aurora. The thought of her hit hard, like a punch I wasn’t ready for. Her eyes when she looked at me yesterday, the way her breath caught, the way she tried to hide it. It should have pissed me off. Instead, it did something worse. It stayed. A hand slipped into mine. I looked down. Valentina. Of course. “Dance with me,” she demanded, voice sharp but sultry. I let her pull me close. Her body molded against mine, her nails grazing the back of my neck. She leaned up, lips brushing my ear. “You look bored. Want me to fix it?”

That thought made my chest burn with anger and something else. One priestess, a much younger one with sea-green eyes, took longer than necessary while washing between my thighs. Her fingers brushed too slow and roo soft. My breath caught, and she looked up at me, her eyes unreadable. I looked away, my cheeks burning from embarrassment. Later, they laid me on a marble platform, my limbs spread, my body oiled and perfumed. My nipples peaked in the cool air and my skin gleamed. They braided shells into my hair and painted a white spiral between my breasts. The mark of the sea god.

ARTEMISIA “You need to obey me for once and stay out of trouble.” Sin rasped. “But I did nothing wrong,” I mumbled, eyeing him. I bit my lower lip to stop myself from laughing as he glared at me. He didn't look angry to me, rather he was cute. His lashes were ridiculously long for a man. Most women I knew had falsies on, whereas Sin had them in abundance. I was among the women that had scanty lashes, but I don't like using artificial ones. I'd rather use mascara than burden myself with it.

He nuzzles my hair playfully as he always does and pecks me. *** *** 3 PM I dip my mascara brush into the small bottle, pull it out, and flick, padding my eyelashes with the thick black substance. I blink nonstop and turn both sides of my face to be sure it’s perfectly drawn. My brows are carved and also neatly done, my red full lips are shiny from my magic gloss, and my dress… It’s the kind a pervy man should never behold on a woman. It’s a strapless, short black satin dress, the bra-pads palm my breasts so well that they push up the soft molds, baring my flawless milk skin. It has a long slit that barely stops below my pant line.

she explained before going back to the room where Fatima was getting ready and looking at her. It looks like the color combination for her face will be gold and black. Her eyeshadow is a combination of the two colors. The makeup artist is now putting contour on her face while the hairdresser is putting her hair up in a low bun. She was told to open her eyes and the person put fake lashes on her and she feels like it’s harder to see because of how big the eyelashes are.

His eyes travelled down to her slightly parted lips. "This beautiful mouth of yours will gladly scream and moan my name in pain and pleasure, " Tears aggressively fell from her eyes because his each and every word was stripping her soul in mortification. His sinful gaze again went upward to meet her watery eyes. "These ethereal eyes will forget looking at me with anger or hatred, instead they will beg me to hurt and ruin you and your sweet innocent body more badly, Seraphina, " The evilness in his grey eyes worsened as he continued to cross the barriers of shame with her, through his words.

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."

"As an immortal, I can tell you there are many way I could end your life, but in a mortal way seems a lot more fitting, don't you agree, Alaya?" When Sinful glances at me, I shake my head. Again, he ignores me. "You see, I'm going to first take your eyes out, for even looking at Alaya," Sinful says delicately, bringing the knife up to his cheek. He tries to flinch away, but the binds keep him caught tight. "Then, I'll cut off your tongue, for speaking to her," he continues, pressing the blade against his cheekbone. With the sharpness of the blade, blood is instantly spilled, trailing down past the tape and down his neck in a crimson mess.