Unapproachable Makeup Novels & Stories

“Uh… I don’t think I’ll need makeup. It’s past ten and I'm actually going home—” “Could you please just do it?” she whined, giving me that wide-eyed, pouty-lipped puppy look. “It’s my way of saying thanks. Because I just know Heidi Bier 'the bitch' is getting canceled tomorrow—and you, sweet little thing, are the main character.” She clasped her hands dramatically under her chin. I sighed, accepting my fate. And ended up being dollified by Amy Ambrose. “This,” she said, holding up a sleek lipstick tube, “is one of my unreleased products. Aurora Shade Plus Glitter. Reddish-pink. And you are the first to wear it.”

Unprovoked, Darla and her minions enter rage mode while I scoff. "Careful, Darla. Your insecurities are showing." It was merely useful to rile her up in this situation. She and her minion would beat me up and in the worst-case scenario— throw me out of the building. I wouldn't risk my life, so I sigh and say. "This has nothing to do with you. If you wanna know the makeup products I use— which I know you can't afford— ask me then." Saying that I begin to walk away. "You—"

"Well, well, well. If it isn't the center of attention." Ariadne turned her gaze to find Ashley Greene glaring at her with hatred written all over her face. She knew Ashley never liked her but she always wondered why the girl bears so much hatred in her eyes whenever she sees her. Noticing her presence, the makeup assistants tried to maintain her professionalism by greeting her with broad smiles on their faces. "Welcome Miss Greene,” On the other hand, the top makeup artist paid her no heed, which further enraged her. One of the makeup assistants sized up Ariadne and commented on her appearance, “Whoaaa, Miss Bardell. You have such perfect skin, like there’s no single pores on it at all. Wha

Diamonds, probably—because of course. Aaron ran his fingers over the oxblood one and smiled. “That one's mine.” Of course, it was. The designers clapped their hands together. “Alright, gentlemen, we’ll need to get you both through hair and makeup.” Aaron's eyebrow rose right away. "Makeup? Uh-uh. Not on your life." One of them snickered. “Just a little touch-up, sir. You've been under the weather—nothing heavy." Aaron crossed his arms defiantly. “No to the makeup for me. But maybe Ethan would be interested.”

He winked and whined his waist playfully as he walked closer to me. Dan was a popular makeup artist, a very expensive one, too, and he was also lazy. His works had been praised by countless people, and countless top artists had begged him to do their makeup, which he mostly rejected. His price was sky high, but that didn't stop him from getting numerous rich customers all over the world.

"Become her now." The process felt alien. Brushing my hair until it shone, applying makeup with meticulous strokes, not for enhancement, but for camouflage. War paint. Every sweep of mascara was a barricade against unwanted thoughts. Every dab of blush was a simulation of vitality I didn’t possess. I slipped into the dress. It slithered over my skin, cool and constricting, perfectly fitted yet feeling like I was wearing someone else’s skin. It whispered elegance, desirability, perfection. I heard only fraud.

But whenever she used that high-pitched voice, he felt like he was about to be choked to death. "Try saying 'fierce' one more time." Zach quickly replied, "No, you're not fierce." Winter was taken aback that he was still using that word. She quickly applied a light layer of makeup. "All done. Let's go." He stared at her, bewildered. "Your makeup…" "What do you think? Looks pretty natural, right? This is what they call a 'no-makeup makeup look.' It looks like I'm not wearing any, designed specifically to fool a bastard like you. Pretty good, right?"

The tendrils left loose near her ears add a whimsy touch to her otherwise polished look. Astrid decided to forgo makeup and opt for just a touch of lip gloss. Her fresh and bare-faced look was an attestation to the genuine glow of her skin. Her lips take center stage, adorned with a sheer, glossy lip product that enhances their natural color and plumpness. Furthermore, her striking presence turns heads wherever she ventures. She exudes an aura of confidence and grace, captivating all those fortunate enough to cross her path. Her inner and outer beauty merge into a harmonious rhapsody that leaves a lasting impression on anyone she encounters.

(Annabell POV) “Get off me! Ugh! No, not that colour! How do you think that’d work with my flowers? Seriously?!” Damn stupid make-up artist obviously has no idea! Where the hell did my mother find this woman? Useless! Absolutely useless! I waft her away with the make-up brush covered in emerald green eye shadow; this is MY day and I expect to look the part. I want to be a goddess and cause everybody’s heads to turn, and jaws to drop.

She was too focused on her future, too blind to the truth, too innocent to see the darkness that surrounded her. Hilary, her gaze fixed on the mirror, her fingers gently smoothing her hair, watched as a make-up artist, a professional brought in by her mother, worked on her face. The make-up artist was a master of her craft, creating a look that was both simple and sophisticated, highlighting her natural beauty without masking it, enhancing her features without overshadowing them. Hilary, her heart filled with a mixture of gratitude and annoyance, felt a sense of discomfort at being the object of so much attention, so much effort. She just wanted to be herself, to be normal, to be free from t