Unapproachable Makeup Novels & Stories

“But let me remind you. Don’t put on makeup too often when you’re pregnant.” “Don’t worry. I developed these myself.” Freya took a small bag and handed it over to Catherine. “It’s not launched on the markets yet. You’re the only one who has this in the whole of Australia. It’s called manipulative cosmetics. It’ll allow you to have unrivaled beauty, yet men will think you have no makeup on.” “Really?” Catherine widened her eyes. Everyone wanted to look pretty, and Catherine was no exception either. “Look at my makeup today. Does it seem natural?” Freya raised her eyebrows.

His gaze tried to remain steady but eventually drifted down to my lips, then he looked away. "Don't come too close," he said. His large hand suddenly covered my entire face. The car came to a stop, I stepped back and shot him an irritated look, but that irritation vanished the second I looked outside. "What?!" I nearly screamed. "You brought me here?" Standing before us was Siren Glow...The number one makeup and hair salon, I couldn't help squirming in excitement. Even though I was wealthy, I had never been able to come here. Christian always claimed their makeup was unhealthy and their hairstyles were tasteless. Truthfully, I knew it was because it wasn't his preference, and because I alway

On the day we took our college graduation photos, a chubby girl holding a bouquet of roses stepped in front of me. Her voice was trembling with nervousness, "Alex Quinn, I like you!" I stopped in my tracks and gave her a smile. "Thank you for liking me, but I'm not interested in dating." I glanced at my reflection in the glass door. Tall and slender, with a fair complexion and smooth features, I was dressed in a gray tracksuit and sneakers.

"Come on, check if my makeup still fits me as I also try to retouch your face." When they arrive at the gathering hall, Ericka spins around and appears extremely agitated and disturbed. Her heavily makeup-covered face and eyes, which have blue and brown eye shadows, alert her to the presence of people as she searches and scans them. Alona becomes agitated and swiftly approaches her, whispering in her ear, "Hey, my best buddy! You seem like you're still having a hard time, and your freshly applied makeup almost made me cry. It fits you so flawlessly and is adorable!"

Was this really me? I moved to my vanity, meticulously selecting my makeup with an intensity I’d never bothered with before. The foundation glided on smoothly, creating a flawless canvas. I dedicated time to my eyes, constructing a smoky, sultry look with deep charcoal shadows and winged eyeliner that made my emerald green eyes appear larger and more mysterious. The red lipstick I finally chose matched my top simmering perfectly—a bold, unapologetic shade that rendered my lips fuller, infinitely more kissable.

If one didn’t pay close attention, the imperfections on his face were barely even noticeable. Claire and Beatrice Assex were the only people who couldn’t tell the difference. Alex carefully looked at the woman who spoke. She had short hair and an oval-shaped face. She was also wearing a creamy yellow dress with her shoulders bared. The white bra straps on both sides of her shoulders made one think about inappropriate things. Alex would probably rate her seven out of ten for her facial features. However, one of those seven points was given due to her makeup. In other words, she barely passed.

I was the princess of their kingdom after all, I know how to handle people of all kinds, they just wait. For makeup, I did not stress myself into doing anything bold that will stand out. Instead, I opted for very light makeup, akin to that of a natural look and nude lips. I know without a doubt they will all bake themselves up despite it being just ladies, but that is exactly why. We women love to show off, especially when around acquaintances, obviously everyone will try to show off who is better and who is what.

Jenna stood before a gilded floor-length mirror as the final touches were being made to her transformation. Her father, Marcus, had spared no expense—only the best artists in the country were invited to dress his daughter, the heiress of the Anderson Empire. The room buzzed with quiet precision as stylists flitted around her like devoted attendants to royalty. Jenna sat calmly, her hair elegantly pinned into a smooth, timeless chignon. Her makeup was a masterclass of understated opulence—glowing skin, softly defined eyes with flecks of gold shimmer, and lips in a deep red hue that spoke of power and grace.

She couldn't have other brands make money using her face more than her brand. April glanced at her wristwatch. "Only four more minutes to spare. I can't do thick makeup." She muttered bitterly. Quickly grabbing her makeup brushes and powder, she applied makeup to her face, and soon she was done. It was light makeup anyway. April traced her fingertips over the long line of lipsticks in their stacks. She settled for a light pink one and applied it gently to her lips. Looking at herself in the vanity's mirror, she smiled and her dimples came into sight.

I'm getting ready to meet him, and I want to look my absolute best. I stand in front of the mirror, carefully applying my makeup. I opt for a sultry, smoky eye, accentuated by a touch of shimmering gold. My lips are painted a bold shade of crimson, perfectly matching the fiery desire burning inside me. With each stroke of the brush, I feel myself transforming into the irresistible woman I've always wanted to be.