The Makeup Queen Novels & Stories

Jessica’s POV My heel sound rattled all over the polished tiles of the club's surfaces; it was a bit loud because I walked through the quieter portion of the club. The VIP section was strictly reserved for significant people alone, albeit in this particular club, it was primarily for high-class men. I carried myself with grace and confidence; my legs came to a halt when I paused in front of the open bar. I sat down gently on the red leather stool, making sure my short, tight dress roused up my thighs even more.

"Lilibeth, stop making Hank angry. He normally treats you so well and buys you clothes and purses. Just take my place in the shark tank this once and treat this as paying him back. Besides, you scrub and mop the deck all day, so you must have some very steady footing. There's no way you'll slip." The trust-fund kids around us also joined in and started to make a scene. "Yeah, that's right! Why is a cleaner acting so proud?" "Get down there already. Don't ruin the show for all of us!" I looked at all the well-dressed fools around me as I scoffed. If this were a year ago, I would have tied up every one of them and hung them from the mast to let them taste the sea breeze. My name was Lilibeth B

"I'm not made for all this and I didn't want to feel out of place." The Queen leaned over and put her hand on my leg. "No one is made for anything, Gemma. You just have to find a way to make it work for you. Not the other way around." She said, using my words. "That's why I know you'll be such a great Luna Queen. You know the people. You're humble and I know, caring. So give yourself time to learn to enjoy. You deserve it." I gave her a small smile. The make-up artist introduced himself. He made a couple of jokes and small talk until we were chatting freely.

I will find a way to destroy him, even if I have to break reality to do it. ​"Just a little bit of powder to set everything in place," Mara hummed a little while later, her movements methodical and calm. "Flawless, sweetie. You look exactly like a queen should." ​The makeup session was over. Diva stepped forward, spraying a fine mist of holding spray that smelled heavily of artificial flowers and chemicals, sealing the look.

"You’ve got flashy hands, I'll give you that. But out here in the real world, ego gets you crushed. You think you're untouchable because of a few headlines?" She skated closer, stopping inches from the boards where I stood. She tilted her chin up, her gaze steady, completely unbothered by my intimidation. "I don't think I'm untouchable, Coach Sterling. I KNOW I'm the best skater in this program. I am the Ice Queen. You can try to put me down all you want, but you can't deny what you saw today."

I sat there on the floor, shaking, trying to process what he'd just said. He was giving me a choice to play along and pretend to be his perfect Luna, smile and act happy in front of his pack. And maybe, just maybe, he'd spare Marcel. It wasn't really a choice at all. I dragged myself to my feet and walked to the closet Maxwell had shown me. Racks and racks of expensive clothes stared back at me. I pulled out a dress, long and elegant, it was beautiful and covered me up properly too, it was probably the kind of thing a Luna would wear to a formal pack gathering.

my mother said as she held the tea cup tightly, watching them. "And go back to a douchebag? I would end up kicking her myself," Hannah said while applying lip gloss in the reflection of another window. Hannah was obsessed with beauty. She worked as a make-up consultant at the drugstore at the mall and she has the clear skin to back it. She was an effortless beauty and didn't need any of the make-up but it was like art to her. "Maybe we should mind our own business," my mother spoke again, this time with an eye looking at us separately and everyone left the window but me and Roman.

Clarissa’s POV The air in the room was heavy with warmth, laughter, and the smell of roasted meat. It was a full pack meeting. Warriors, elders, pups and everyone had gathered in the great hall for food and updates from Alpha Drey. Long wooden tables filled the room, and plates of food were passed down rows with eager hands. I sat near the front, beside Tessy and Drey. Across the table from me sat Helen, dressed in a silver dress that hugged her perfectly. Her hair was braided back neatly, and a necklace sparkled against her throat.

Daphnée stood in a towel in front of her clothes that were set up and just couldn’t decide. She wanted to wear them all, but today was just one day. She shook her head and pulled out pale light blue jeans, a white blouse like crop top, white matching underwear and white open toe heels. As she was getting dressed, someone knocked on the door and Alessandro opened it and it was Mario. He frowned and asked, “What are you doing here?” “Queen sent me a message saying she couldn’t get all her shopping done yesterday, and she also wants me to handle the plans for the club while she goes to her hair and nail appointment, as well as the body massage I booked for her,” he answered as he walked in.

And so did my face when the team of makeup artists finally decided they were done with me. It was a really natural look but it enhanced my features so much that I almost felt like a different person entirely. My brows were trimmed and outlined to perfection, My lashes stood seperate and were made really pronounced with the careful stroke of most likely expensive mascara, my cheeks dusted with soft blush that matched the color of the ombre lip look. "You look extremely gorgeous ma'am" Alessia whispered with a small smile that held appreciation as she took In my appearance. Mr Moretti had already sent word to have me ready to meet him downstairs in the next hour so I needed to head back to my