Trad Goth Makeup Novels & Stories

“We’re fixing that tonight.” Ten minutes later, we were cross-legged on the floor, facing the ring light. His massive makeup kit spread between us. There were foundations, giant palettes, and liners in rows—half of it I didn’t even recognize. Meanwhile, Hugo moved like he was born for this. “Okay, tutorial mode. Tonight we’re going soft glam. Let’s get that main character vibes, but still looks effortless.” He did one side of my face while I copied him on the other. He called out steps like a YouTuber, slipping in tips between gossip and one-liners.

She blurted. I groaned while examining my reflection in the mirror as I applied the makeup. Even with the distraction, I was pleased with the outcome. My goth makeup gave me an edgy and sophisticated look. I felt different, like a darker, more confident version of myself. It just needed a few more touches. “Can we just leave it all to the past? I mean, let us all heal and move on, that is what I am doing.” I said while rubbing my lips together.

I wanted him to notice the woman beneath the gown. I started with makeup, applying it with careful, seductive intent. A light foundation smoothed my skin to a flawless glow. I swept a smoky taupe shadow across my eyelids, blending it to make my eyes appear larger and more alluring, then added two coats of black mascara that made my lashes long and dramatic. A touch of blush brought color to my cheeks, and I finished with a rich rose lipstick that made my lips look plump and inviting, slightly parted as if ready for a kiss. When I smiled at my reflection, the effect felt powerful. I looked feminine, confident, and undeniably seductive.

“This will take four hours at least. Might as well be comfortable.” Raya raised an eyebrow. “Comfortable? Or is this just an excuse to get me horizontal again?” Tobi’s smile was slow and wicked. “Can’t it be both?” He helped her out of her clothes, this time she’d worn a wrap dress that came off easily, until she was naked except for her panties. He laid her on the pillows on her side, arranging them to support her body perfectly. “Ready?” he asked as he pulled on fresh gloves and prepared his inks, vibrant reds, oranges, yellows for the flames; deep blues and purples for shadows; metallic gold for highlights.

The bottom part is a slightly round skirt that has a slit in the left leg, from the slit you can see the design of my pack symbol, also made of these threads of light from the full moon, on top of the plain fabric there is another transparent blue fabric with small shiny dots that form the design of a wolf, that I know as I walk it gives the impression of moving, these were the colors of the SilverRage pack mixed with those of BlueMoon. My makeup makes me look like a night fairy. My eyes are marked with black eyeliner around a thin layer of silver, the eyeshadow is smoky between a dark purple to navy blue, and there were little shiny silver drops decorating from my eye to just above my cheek

I also put on a light make up and pick the best dress that I have with me. I choose to wear a gothic dress and pair it with tight high boots. My make up is light but I put on cat eye and some dark liner and add a nude lipstick. I choose dark nude to make me look like a bitch with an angelic face. I smirk when I feel the satisfaction with my appearance. I shake my head as I stare at my reflection. "I think I'm a two face bitch." Margaret look nerdy while Chandra can compete when it comes to a cat fights.

I have my head band on where my crown will sit on my head and my hair in loose long wavy curls down my back a few braids with beads and a raven feather, My make up is simple with a lot of black eyeliner, my mother drew blood from her finger and traced it from my hairline down my nose and over my lips to my chin. I look ready for battle rather than a ceremony but Troy seems to approve and it sets my mind at ease. Gisela was right all I had to do was look at my Mate and all else will fade away. I can do this. Troy mind links me when he stands next to me holding his arm out for me, “You look beautiful.”

Love ‘em. “I do tats,” she’d said. Goth chick with a Daddy’s Girl Gone Bad vibe. Hair fifty shades of black. Bangs chopped with a razor. Big eyes rimmed with black. Skin whiter than rich kid coke. Dark blue smeared on her lips. Metal in her ears, nose, chin. Her small bright teeth chewing dollar store blue from her stubby nails.

‘Speaking of the devil’ ivy said smirking as Natasha rushed to them ‘You guys I’ve missed you’ Natasha squealed as she hugged both ivy and Chloe ‘We’ve missed you too’ Chloe said smiling as they disengaged from the hug. ‘Tasha why the hell did you dye your hair’ ivy asked in horror as she stared at Tasha’s pink hair ‘you do know it’s actually against the rules’. ‘I know besides the teachers can’t say anything since it’s just the first week of resumption’ Natasha replied flipping her hair stylishly ‘besides my new look resembles my favorite anime character’. ‘Uhmm can you b***hes keep shut, you don’t own this place ya know’ a girl says angrily, suddenly the whole place was quiet.

Rebel I'm nervous when I finish my makeup in front of the mirror. It's highly unlike me to be self-conscious. But what if Alex won't like me? Not everyone likes goths, but to be fair, I don't have extreme makeup: I use fake eyelashes to make my eyes pop. Foundation, some blush for rosy cheeks, and red lipgloss to look cute. This is not extreme. Apart from that, I'm wearing a dark leather jacket and a grey beanie over my slightly wavy black hair.