Unapproachable Makeup Novels & Stories

So, she still hasn't come out?" Juliette asked between laughs. "Of course not!" Beckham answered, battling against her own laughter, and failing miserably by the way. "She's locked herself in her room, saying something about how her life is ruined." By the time Beckham was done, we were nearly doubled over in laughter. I could only imagine how Anna must have looked. Nah, kidding. Beckham, being the sweet sister she was, took a lot of pictures to show us. So, Anna got this skincare product which was recommended to her by god knows who, in lieu of her upcoming pageant. It was supposed to have some wonder effect which would make her 'flawless skin look brand new.' Her words, not mine. Although,

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.

“Next, let’s create an AR-based ‘Virtual Try-On’ feature on the brand’s website and app. This would allow customers to try different products virtually. We can partner with a tech company to make this feature as user-friendly and accurate as possible. It’s cutting-edge, interactive, and perfectly suited to our tech-savvy audience” “Finally, instead of traditional product launch events, let’s host a digital ‘Makeup Music Festival’ on a platform like Twitch. We could have makeup artists doing tutorials and transformations in between sets by musicians and DJs. And we could invite influencers to host ‘backstage’ segments, mingling with ‘performers’ and showcasing the products. It’s bold, it’s di

Cassandra was the first to present and she spoke about making a make-up product that would wipe sorrow away from people's faces. As if makeup can wipe the sorrow in my life away. Since the theme of the product was makeup, she picked a sub-theme called wipe. " with the wipe, you can wipe the hurt and pain on your face from the world. This makeup product is called wipe because it wipes your fears, pain, heartache, and troubles. With a wipe, you can as well wipe the sadness off your face." When she finished speaking, they all clapped for her. I must admit that I was also impressed because I didn't expect her to be as smart as that.

It felt like she was looking at someone else entirely, a princess from a distant, imaginary kingdom. She hadn’t realized how money could make someone look so “perfect.” Rose hurried out of the room when she heard Aaron knocking. The moment he saw her, he froze. Rose rarely wore heavy makeup, usually just neat hair and a swipe of lip gloss. Seeing her hair elegantly pinned up, a few loose strands framing her temples, made Aaron’s heart tremble. Her lips, softly painted red, and her refined makeup could make any man unable to look away. “Are you wearing a mask?” Aaron asked.

I asked . "We already contacted models to walk the show for us but we need a good make-up artist. Davi flew to Peru for the new marvel movie premiere and Kelsey... Kelsey is expecting. We don't want a baby situation happening in the last minute" I looked back at the magazine she handed to me and back at her "Why can we just do a bland make up?" "No...I want someone euphoric!... something that says art,luxury and wine!" "You mean like these one's from Euphoria? " I asked, raising the magazine up to see it clearly again.

Marcia chuckled lightly, "Right, a one in a hundred years kind of guy!" Her smile transformed her once simple makeup, making it seem alive and vibrant. Kevin hadn't let the makeup artist overdo her look. Her eyes were elegantly defined, enhancing their depth, while her lips were a striking, seductive red. Her smile was like a blooming flower, brilliant and impossible to ignore.

Sophie’s pov ; Sitting in front of the mirror, I watched as the makeup artist dabbed layer after layer onto my face. I should’ve just said no. Ava, in her usual playful way, had insisted, and I hadn’t wanted to dampen her excitement. Now, as I looked at myself, I barely recognized the reflection staring back at me. The dark, cakey base makeup didn’t suit my skin tone at all, and the heavy purple eyeshadow made my almond-shaped eyes look smaller rather than enhancing them. The lipstick, poorly applied, extended slightly beyond the edges of my lips. The image was borderline ridiculous.

Unfazed, she reached for her makeup, the routine serving as a form of armor against the weariness etched on her face. The soft strokes of foundation, concealer, and mascara became a delicate dance, each application a step towards presenting a composed exterior. Ava's makeup today was more than usual, a subtle attempt to mask the traces of fatigue and emotional turmoil. She skillfully transformed the canvas of her face, the mirror reflecting a version of herself that belied the inner turmoil.

Well, I am not feeling the love. I walk into the bathroom and gasp; that bitch has thrown all my makeup into the trash! This isn’t cheap makeup either. I have a high clientele; I use makeup from Sephora and high-end stores. What the fuck is wrong with her? She is going to hear about this! I gather as much as I can out and put it away. Not all of it is broken but what a bitch.