Voodoo Priestess Makeup Novels & Stories

And the lipstick, matte, specifically matte, chosen over every gloss option in the case for a reason I have not said aloud to anyone in this room. There will be a kiss. In front of hundreds of people, at some point during the ceremony, there will be a brief and public and entirely performative kiss, and I am, in every meaningful romantic sense, still entirely a virgin in that department, and the thought of leaving a gloss print on Dorian Valenti's mouth in front of two hundred witnesses is the specific form of mortification that kept me awake until two in the morning on Thursday. Matte leaves nothing. Matte is practical. Matte is the choice of someone who has thought this through.

She opened the box and there the beauty lies. So many precious jewels, she was born and raised in a wealthy family but this was too much. A lot of people would kill for this. One of the priestesses helped her to put on the headdress which was shaped like viper, a golden chain with a viper pendant, a bracelet, an anklet and finally the ring. From what she was taught over the past six months she heard how powerful everything on her was. Anything could be used as a weapon but it also came with a price. A price she already paid and was still paying.

Marion's POV I look at my body. Faint purple bruises still bloom across my ribs like rotting violets. A pale scar slices near my collarbone—a trophy from a night I refuse to forget. My limbs are thinner than I remember. But I’m still standing. He didn’t destroy me. Not completely. “Are you ready, madam?” the designer asks, voice clipped, polished. I nod once. No more second guesses. He begins. The transformation is clinical, swift, practiced, like war paint before a final battle. Silk slips across my skin, chilled and precise. Gold trims coil along the edges like whispered threats. Every pin, every seam, every perfectly placed pleat is armor.

Nina says as she brings out a green flowered dress, it's skimpy and hot. "This is mine, I'll be Poison Ivy." She grins. "And, I'll be Harley Queen." Violet says with excitement as she brings out a blue and red body hug gown, with blue and red booth, a black shinny belt which has 'pudding' inscribed on it, and a platinum with, with blue and red on the edges. "Wow." Lola whispers. I giggle "I'll be Corpse Bride.", and they stare as I bring out the creepy white gown, flower view and a new set of makeup.

I mean you don't have to do anything just apply it on your lips and you will look amazing. Yeah, that's kind of things that work on me. Besides, I'm not a fan of heavy makeup. Truth to be told I don't even know how to do full-fledged makeup. Vess has his hair straight they also resigned on her shoulders firmly, and yeah she applied some mocha colour lipstick which is, by the way, making her look sexy as hell. "Ah, lady you are looking smoking hot. You may melt the ice of glaciers with your hotness." I chuckled.

💉Tiara p.o.v 💉 It's time for the first prey to be sacrificed. I took off my bracelet and turn to half a bat and half of my vampiress's face, and disappeared into the thin air. I got to his house and decided to play some tricks on him, I started changing the light in his sitting room to different colours. I can see how scary he was, I used my necromancy power to break his plates and anything breakable in his kitchen at least he will die today, even when I finish draining his blood I will still demolish his apartment so as not to leave any traces for investigation.

Violet eyes widened, “No-— D-don't tell me you were able to convince her with a few Claymasks?!” Piggy flicked the side of his black hair, “Of course not, Mother Thea isn't that fickle minded.” Piggy smirked at the look of relief on Violet's face before saying, “We were able to convince her by offering thousands of clay masks, make ups and fragrances yearly.” Violet covered her face in shame. Although her Aunt, Thea was very powerful and formidable in strength, she was too fond of beauty and would do anything for claymasks and ointment that would enhance her looks and brighten her aging face.

They volunteered to help me get ready for my plan to seduce Adam. "Is this okay?" Violet asked as she stepped back twice and scrutinized my chest while still holding the brush and my contour palette. She's in charge of my makeup, which she says should be a 'no makeup' look so it won't be obvious that I got dolled up. But she went all out on the contouring of my chest to make my breasts look bigger. Leigh nodded as she also examined my chest, standing beside Violet. "Yes. That looks good," she commented.

Beautiful purple lipstick in a dark shade finishes off the look nicely. She is wearing an old styled dress that reminds of something you would expect a voodoo priestess to wear, the wrap around her head complimenting that image perfectly and giving her a mysterious appearance. Her long, floor length dress is multi-colored with a red skirt at the bottom, and a black bodice that hugs her figure perfectly up top. A red shawl with black roses emblazened on it is wrapped around her exposed shoulders. The black and gold snake appears at her feet before climbing up her body until it is draped along her shoulders like one of those crazy women who dances with snakes. The image is quite striking and i

I felt as if I could be put under a fairycore board on P*******t. "Thank you for the dress Vivienne and you look beautiful too," I thanked her once again. Vivienne traded her usual dark lipstick shade and heavy eye makeup for a bare face today and so did the other witches. She had an unreal natural beauty. She was beautiful with or without makeup but she was truly glowing today. Her freckles which I didn't even know she had made themselves known today. "Oh don't even mention it," she shook her head and giggled lightly. Vivienne placed her hand atop my head. I heard her chanting unfamiliar words.