Unapproachable Makeup Novels & Stories

Her sister insisted that she had to look the part of a billionaire heiress. Charlie was allergic to makeup, but her skin didn’t react to brands like Le Mer and Chantecaille, so she ended up with a faint application of lipstick and blush—something she never wore in school. At most, she would wear lip balm and fix her brows.

“Hmm... I had forgotten about this outfit until today. Yes, I’m sure of the makeup and hairstyles. Let’s get started…” The prospect of makeup made my heart race with both stress and dread. Lea was determined to transform me into a masterpiece, and I just wanted to maintain a safe distance from the makeup palette. Despite her attempts to keep it natural, my aversion to makeup was an undeniable obstacle. I don't mind other people wearing makeup, but for me, it isn't my cup of chai.

It’s the Imperial bar. Lunatte put the makeup on her pretty face. Not to beautify herself, but to make herself look very ugly. The eyebrows that she purposely made were too black and thick, the powder was too pale, combined with bright red lipstick, the big mole on the corner of her lips, and don’t forget her frizzy wig. Lunatte has built her own image as an ugly singer as a branding. Because in that way, Lunatte feels that more bars are interested in using her services. ‘Finished!’

"Aron, you know I appreciate your help, but you also know I want to build my success on my own." His shoulders slumped at my words like he was defeated but I knew he understood. On the other hand Becky was practically bursting from excitement urging me on to tell her more. "Ok,ok, calm down woman! So, my business is a make -up shop. All my products are made without any additives, only flowers, plants, their extracts etc. You could call it bio I guess. Now I need someone for my promotion campaign and I was wondering if you would be willing to help me as being my main model for products?"

Besides, there’s no such thing called a perfect skin, there’s only a good cosmetic. She flipped her compact powder close. It was her latest makeup product that she just launched last month, Lydia SPF-101, she claimed to her fans that it was able to block the entire sun to your skin. And of course, the last touch before she went online was to set the skin-smooth filter to the max, which made her skin seem to be unnaturally pore-less. ‘Perfect,’ she smiled to see how unnaturally pretty she looked on her phone screen, ‘after my fans saw how flawless my skin is, it’ll make them feel bad about themselves and surely they will buy my product to look this perfect…’

What was in front of her was a very beautiful woman, extraordinarily beautiful with a makeup that wasn't too thick but that fit perfectly on all sides. Zack is indeed a very talented makeup artist and is very famous of course with his very, very expensive one-time make-up rates. Renee had heard this makeup name many times in the media before, but never thought that she would feel the cold hands of this talented makeup artist. Her eyes were wide, strong and fragile with a golden brown finish, and Zack in such a way that accentuates the structure of her tall cheekbones so that she looks attractive and aristocratic. Her lips are polished with a peach color lipstick with a nuance that makes her

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.

“And if I feel emotional?” She smiles professionally. “Then we don’t show it.” Hair. Makeup. Jewelry. Each decision removes softness and replaces it with certainty. By the time they finish, the mirror shows someone familiar yet sharpened. Same face. Different authority. I barely recognize how still I look. The PR strategist nods approvingly. “Perfect. You look untouchable.” Untouchable. The word echoes. A memory flashes of standing at the altar, waiting while whispers spread behind me. I straighten instinctively.

***AURORA*** "Just a touch more gloss on the lower lip, Miss Vale, and you will be absolutely perfect." The makeup artist smiled warmly, stepping back to admire her work. She picked up a large, fluffy brush and lightly dusted a shimmering setting powder over my collarbones. "I have worked with a dozen brides this season, but you? You are a true classical Luna. The Mooncroft pack is incredibly lucky." "Thank you, Maria," I replied, offering her a soft smile through the mirror.

No more acne there, so she can look stunning in backless gowns. "Zoe dislikes the birthmark on her waist. Alicia's waist is the most beautiful. It's perfect for Zoe." ... The last entry was dated for the day after my due date. It was a detailed surgical map of my face, which was brutal and horrifying. In Zoe's section, drawn in red ink, was a carefully outlined heart labeled "Perfect." I had always thought of myself as a strong person. I could face the storms without fear and bloom as long as I was alive.