Tahi Lalat Di Alis Kiri Novels & Stories

“Neeri is being super annoying and is trying to get me to put pancake on your chest.” “Oh, she is, is she?” Rhyland chuckled and so did Sarmin. He reached for the plate, took a very chocolatey piece of their shared breakfast and dropped it on Lillah’s chest. He watched the tiny wolf-shifter gasp in surprise, her eyes opening to reveal the brilliant blue of her irises. “Like this?” He questioned.

However, her personality is wild and fierce, hidden deeply behind her timidity. Thalia's skin is a bit tanned, high cheekbones with round, doe black eyes that sparkle every time Izzat opens his mouth. Her black, wavy long hair reached her curvy hips, tied in a high ponytail. She unconsciously loves to bite her own full, luscious lips when the girl feels nervous.

The cover photo of her account was changed just now. Aliyah uploaded her photo but her whole face in the photo is not revealed. She is wearing a face mask and eyeglasses which is enough to hide her face. Atif takes a deep breath in dismay. He cannot see the whole face of Aliyah. How he can compare if she looks like Haya. But Atif notices something that they have similar hair color and skin complexion. And based on Aliyah's photo she didn't look like she was a mother.

ALIA I hurried quickly to wash my face and brush my teeth as soon as I entered the bathroom. I changed into tight-fitting pants and an old rose-colored top before tying my hair up into a sleek high ponytail. I typically wear my hair down, but today I wanted to flaunt my neck, to show the world and Renee that Gavin, my mate, had finally claimed and marked me. I applied a light lipgloss and puckered up my lips, and when I was finally satisfied with how I looked, I tidied up my mess and headed for the door.

Her lavender and citrus scent invaded my nostrils again, making my wolf purr in delight. Her big brown eyes stared wide eyed at me, probably from shock. Her soft-looking pink lips were slightly parted, as she caught her breath. Her brown hair was packed in a messy bun, but a few rebellious strands clung to the sides of her face, and I suppressed the urge to tuck them behind her ears. However, my jaw stiffened as I noticed something on the left side of her small, round face. A hand print. Someone had laid a hand on her.

Alinta said gently, then petted her wolf's head before fading away, leaving Angela who was still snarling at the black plant. Alinta made her way to the bathroom for a quick shower, washing her hair in the process. Today, she wanted to look nice for the event because it was her birthday after all, and she aimed to enjoy it as much as possible. Alinta decided to straighten her hair, which was a rare sight; it was so long it reached her thighs. She applied dark red lipstick and a reddish-brown eyeshadow on her upper and lower eyelids with a bit of ice gold for highlights. Her long, full lashes didn't need eyeliner after she applied a generous coat of mascara, which made her vibrant green eyes

From the mirror, angelina saw nancy and tasha nodding. They really did work their magic. Perfectly, she should say. The first thing she noticed was her hair. Tasha didn’t overdo it. It was simple yet so beautiful. Her hair was still down, but instead it was designed into a messy braid but with curls. White flowers were pinned along the length, with a simple and elegant crystal tiara on top of her head. Her gaze moved down, and she was thankful to see that Sylvester's mum kept her make-up light. Her eyelashes were coated with mascara, and they appeared really long. Her lips were painted and glossed with a light shade of red. Even her eyeshadow was a light brown, although it appeared a little

She stared at Alita as if she was afraid to reveal her identity. She sigh deeply before she finally lowered her head and removed the mask, her neck remain down for a few seconds before she looked up. Alita gasped, her eyes remained wide open as she stared at the girl's face in mixed emotions. Tears filled her eyes, blocking her vision and she had to blink once and let the tears flow freely. The faint scar Alita had noticed under the girl's left eye has a huge connection to an ugly-looking scar that ran through her chin to her left ear. Her eyes were moist as she was trying to fight back the burning tears in her eyes.

Lilah's eyes went wide as she took in the sight, a blush spreading across her cheeks. Without a word, Taslah reached out and wrapped her delicate hand around his thickness. Damien's breath hitched as he felt her warmth against his skin. She stroked him from base to tip, her hand gliding over his shaft with a familiar ease that made him grow even harder. Then, with a playful smirk, she leaned in closer, her red-painted lips parting. He watched as she took him into her mouth, her eyes never leaving his.

Even though the gown is long to my ankles, the slit on the side goes up to my thigh, and I’m afraid it will reveal more than I want to if I increase the length of my strides. Sighing in defeat, I sit in front of the mirror. Drawing lines on my eyelids never was my forte, but I feel it suits this attire. My hand shakes every time I do this, and instead of a line, I get a curve more similar to a heart rate monitor. Grinning, Alisa holds me still as she wipes away my sloppy attempt and adds her own precise, perfectly symmetrical lines. She works with gentle efficiency, humming under her breath, her soft fingers tugging at the corner of my lids.