Unapproachable Makeup Novels & Stories

I need to feel new, look new. “I think it’s an ability,” I continue softly, my fingers ghosting over another bundle. “But I didn’t have it before… not until Adrian.” Silence stretches for a moment before Neema hums, lining her cart with a few more items—Essenza Gold Repair Cream, Noir Bloom Lip Veil, and a Glass Drop Hydrating Mist. “Sounds like a mate-bond trigger,” she says casually. Just as we rounded the last aisle, heading toward checkout,fate decided to have a laugh.

As they arranged their assortment of brushes and powders, I settled into the chair, ready to be transformed. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the expert touch of the makeup artist. Their gentle strokes brushed across my skin, delicately applying foundation and concealer. Each movement seemed to carry a whisper of refinement and elegance. It was a moment of indulgence, a fleeting escape from the weight of responsibilities I carried.

Dan had described to his mistress. I opened my makeup drawer and bypassed the muted roses and the soft corals he preferred. I reached for a heavy, square tube I had bought in secret, hidden beneath the velvet lining of my jewelry box. I uncapped it, revealing a shade so deep and visceral it looked like an open wound. Blood Red. I applied it with surgical precision. The pigment was thick, matte, and unapologetic. It didn’t soften my features; it sharpened them into a blade. It turned my mouth into a weapon. This wasn’t makeup; it was war paint.

Another girl piped up. Barefaced? Was there something wrong with her? He could see traces of foundation on her face although he was some distance away. How dare she said that she was barefaced? Did she think that he was blind? In contrast, Monique never wore any makeup. However, she often applied a layer of lotion on her face that made her look greasy and unappealing. Despite so, the skin on the rest of her body was delicate and smooth, and extremely attractive to Levi.

Opening one of the many drawers, she pulls different makeup from the drawer, raising each bottle to check that it matches my complexion. “I doubt I’ll be doing my makeup,” I remind her, my eyes narrowing wondering why looking good is even concern. Xander won’t around. “Yeah, I wouldn’t put any of this stuff on your face,” Charity says, picking different products that lay within. “Unless you want to burn your face off. Each of these is formulated to become a corrosive agent with the addition of air, or water.” “This,” she says, holding up a compact of blush, the tiny thing looking like a silver pokeball. “Looks like a nice rouge, but add some water, shake, throw, and you have a pretty compact

As Adina gazed at her reflection in the mirror, a wave of contentment washed over her, unlike anything she had felt in days. She held a profound appreciation for Ruan, whose gentle nature meant he never imposed anything on her unless it was absolutely essential. Makeup was a case in point. Most of the time, it left her face feeling heavy and inauthentic; she preferred a natural appearance. Remarkably, Ruan had even mastered the art of makeup, ensuring that it enhanced her natural beauty.

“I want a matte look with a touch of smoky eyes. I hate glossy lips so I want the matte look. “Excellent choice, ma'am. I hear you are going to a banquet so you need a frontal wig to complete your makeup. I would have styled your natural hair but it won't fit this look so I'll fix you a wavy-curl 24-inch frontal wig. I'm going to style it to the side so it would cover a part of your eyes—the right eyes, to be specific. Is that fine? “Just do your thing; what is your name, please? “Pardon my manners; I didn't introduce myself properly. My name is Spicy, and I am the only makeup artist in New York who can add spice to your makeup glam. You can follow me on I*******m at @spicy_hott.

But then she saw on one video that she dared to risk her data watch that apparently rich men don’t like the natural kinky hair of black women and you have to put on straight wigs in order to attract their attention and makeup. Anna looks ather abysmal makeup kit. There’s foundation, blush (if anyone uses that anymore) and lipstick. Can she manage to make herself look anything but clownish with that? Hopefully. Apparently these days you need like twenty items to do a simple look. Anna sighs. She thinks about her friends in smaller neighborhoods that can pop over to their friend’s house next door and borrow stuff. Well, it’s still morning so she can make a plan. She Googles how to look amazing

I told Avery and Lily, before standing up to leave. Unlike Charlotte, embarrassment is not my thing. I know for sure that Douglas acts like a zombie in front of Charlotte, and I’m not willing to let him or anyone else embarrass me in front of so many people. “Let’s go out together Miss July. I know you don’t know me, but my name is Mississippi. I run a makeup company here. Although my company isn’t popular yet, our products are one of the best. How about giving us a try?” “Sure, lead the way.”

Yes, the average person could get in if they had the money, but he catered to the likes of celebrities and hotel moguls and such. "What if he doesn't like me?" Kimmy snorted and shook her head. Today she was wearing a simple pair of jeans and a cute crop top but still looked stunning as hell. Her hair was made up in a messy bun that looked flawlessly perfect on her and her makeup was minimal. She had on a clear gloss and nude eyeshadow with some mascara and eyeliner. I wore a cute halter crop top with a pair of jeans and brushed my hair and let it hang down in waves. I did my makeup as I usually did with eyeliner, mascara, and a clear gloss.