Trad Goth Makeup Novels & Stories

All Alpha like that no one could dare cross his path. “Yeah.” I nervously let out, though not sure of what I had on. Caleb’s fashion designer had surprisingly clothed me in a black outfit. A gown with a sweetheart neckline and a slit by the side. My face was caked with so much makeup that I had difficulty in seeing my real face. My lips in a dark shade of purple lipstick. Dark, witchy and filled with power. That was what my whole makeup look was all about. With the combination of everything, I should definitely look like a Salem witch, awaiting trial.

It was basic, and it was on the affordable side. The next several hours we spend going through clothes. I land on a gothic chic style. There are a lot of black, dark colors, torn-up jeans and leggings, fringy and lace details, combat boots, and leather jackets. Once we settled on a style, Blair had the initiates clear the other stuff away. We focus on clothes, accessories, and some makeup. I’m not a huge makeup fan, but I can get behind some mascara, eyeliner, and various shades of red lipstick.

My hair looks amazing, it was curled and pinned to the left side of it with a rose clip. For the makeup, she put some mascara, she mixed the eyeshadow between light blue and dark blue on the edges of my eyes. She drew a thin line of eyeliner too and put dark pink lipstick. "Wow you look gorgeous!" Greta said entering the room. "Thank you." I smiled at her. I wish Tracy was here with me. She would have made a huge fuss about it and told me I should have a man by midnight. Crazy girl. "Is she rea-" Giovanni stopped when he looked at me. "Oh this is going to be a sight to see." He smirked looking at me from head to toe, but not in a pervert way.

He could have omitted that part. When Trex takes over, I often get wet between the knees. I love Trex, and he turns me on to the point I need to bring myself to orgasm. A twisted part of me has been crushing on Jarek, Xillon, and Zane over the last couple of years. My stupid hormones don’t seem to care that they have tormented me all my life. With limited time, I quickly put on some eyeshadow, eyeliner, and mascara. I pinked my cheeks by pinching them and slide on some tinted lip gloss. I left my brunette locks hanging loose down my back.

"Buy the Eyebrow Trio instead. It will be a big bang for your buck though it doesn't include a spoolie brush. I'm sure you already have sets of brushes. Next is their Starlight Eyes in Lynx and Cassiopeia. I'll tell you girl those are the bomb! They are the dupes for Stila Glitter and Glow Eyeshadow and Pixi glitter eyeshadow, though their applicator is not great. Lastly, I know how much you love Highlighters so go get the Stardust Palette" I already made a suggestion based on the makeup line that she wants because she'll definitely ask my opinion eventually. "Girl, Lemme remind you. You are Chia right now, my BFF not Eschia the Usability Analyst. And did Tito Usher block your credit cards?

A woman dressed head to toe in full gothic glory—all black clothes clinging to her body, jet-black hair falling straight like a curtain, heavy dark eyeliner that could cut glass, deep black lipstick, a chunky silver cross necklace, and knuckle rings that looked like something that came from thanos finger. Hell. She looked like she’d stepped out of a Tim Burton movie. The curly-haired girl pulled her phone back with a proud little smirk. “Trust me, it works. Guys like that — cold, distant — they lose their minds over the gothic vibe. It’s the mystery. The whole ‘don’t touch me I’m dangerous’ energy.”

I’m grateful dance has given my thighs strong muscles and my body endurance. The bar is full of goths as usual, of varying degrees of flamboyance. Most of the kids are dressed casually with Gothic touches—black lipstick here, a spiked dog collar there, black clothing everywhere. Many of the girls are wearing corset tops, real ones with stays. All of it is expensive-looking and elegant. Black nail polish is nearly universal. I’ve never seen a town with such a high goth subculture population.

“I’ll remember this. I promise you.” In that moment, she liked Layla more. “I appreciate it, but don’t worry about it. I better get back to my workout.” Margo turned to leave and then realized that she wanted to help Layla with something else. “Oh, I almost forgot.” “What?” Margo leaned in close. “When covering up hickeys, it’s best to use a primer that isn’t too creamy and greasy, and then use foundation and then powder to keep the makeup in place,” she explained in a whisper.

We helped each other gad dressed and Brooke sat me down and started applying some concealer under my eyes, she claimed I didn't need any foundation since my skin was clear and just applied some moisturizer. She applied some blush and contour. She put a very dramatic thick eyeliner since I told her I didn't want any eye shadow, she let me curl my lashes and put on mascara and last applied a very light layer of lip gloss. She let me leave my hair open and quickly did her makeup. I advised her multiple times not to even think of putting fake lashes, but of course she didn't listen and then I had to help her clean the glue off her face. I didn't have any intention of sleeping with Adam, today. I

She marched past me into the room, forcing me to dodge or be taken out by a makeup caddy. Trista took her makeup routine seriously, insisting I start with cool gel pads on my eyes and a very thorough moisturizing treatment before going anywhere near the actual makeup. It was a bit of a revelation because I’d never once seen her with a speck of makeup on. Not even lip gloss. Her lips were just naturally a shiny cherry red which I found a bit unfair if I was honest.