Voodoo Priestess Makeup Novels & Stories

“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.

NATHALIE’S POV - “Are you ready to see the stunning new look of this year’s most beautiful wedding guest?!” Purple, the flamboyant makeup artist who did my makeup, excitedly announced. They had just finished doing my makeup. I heard the makeup look they did for me was vanilla makeup. As for my hair, it was a half ponytail that they curled into a wavy style.

All Alpha like that no one could dare cross his path. “Yeah.” I nervously let out, though not sure of what I had on. Caleb’s fashion designer had surprisingly clothed me in a black outfit. A gown with a sweetheart neckline and a slit by the side. My face was caked with so much makeup that I had difficulty in seeing my real face. My lips in a dark shade of purple lipstick. Dark, witchy and filled with power. That was what my whole makeup look was all about. With the combination of everything, I should definitely look like a Salem witch, awaiting trial.

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.

Grandfather Oswald's complete transition to his granddaughter. Inside a glass pavilion built to float above the calm Caribbean sea, Chloe stood in front of a giant mirror. Sixty of the world's best makeup artists are making sure their masterpieces don't have a single gap. Chloe's thick black hair was tied in a neat bun leaving a few elegant strands on the side of her face. Her dress was not an ordinary cocktail dress, but a black couture made from a mixture of ancient silk and transparent bulletproof kevlar, exuding a deadly charm and class that could not be bought.

She made an effort to stay still as the makeup artist began his work, starting with the application of foundation on her flawless skin. Violet closed her eyes, letting the makeup artist work his magic. After a few minutes, he fashioned her hair into a bun and adorned her with a brown wig to conceal her original hair color. When the hair fell down her back, she opened her eyes to behold a completely transformed girl in the mirror. Her facial contours had been altered, and she wore a smoky eyeshadow. Henry gasped softly upon seeing the new Violet. "Wow...you look different and incredibly beautiful," he marveled.

Hereafter she came straight up closing her eyes shut, mentioning to give them back, shooting them open giving a death stare at Venus. Venus skipped her way around the bed, putting the headphones on the nightstand, smiling back at Crystal. A dry smile back rolling her eyes walking up to the couch jumping over it sitting next to Lavender putting one elbow on the edge of the couch and the other up to her head, tired and annoyed. Venus went up to Crystal putting up her hair in a tight bun, doing the same thing herself. “Great, let’s pick our mask and start.” She harmonized her voice grabbing the basket walking over to show us the mask showing us the basket will all types of potion masks Witch’s

Immediately her mother smacked her head saying, "That's not for you to eat!" Next came the kohl made of soot and essential oils which was applied on her eyes with an ivory stick. Her eyelids were tainted a light pink with crushed rose petals and her cheeks flushed with pomegranate extracts. Her hair was redolent with the fragrance of incense. Finally, the vermilion was applied into a tiny dot between her brows. One look at herself in the mirror and Ajabde screamed in horror, "I LOOK LIKE A WITCH!" "SHUT UP." Shouted her mother. "If you try and mess up what I've done on you I'll not talk to you."

Instead we began to tackle the zips with a vengeance and slowly, bit by bit, they gave in to our superior might. “Ha! Take that sucker!” Violet shouted. “Now for Cal’s and my outfits.” Suddenly I was extremely grateful for my toga, slipping it on with ease and putting on the golden manacles and torc which were part of the outfit. Even Violet’s hooped and corseted velvet dress and killer white wig, which stood five inches high and streamed down her back like a river, were easier to put on than the hamburger. Kayla refused to wear any makeup with her outfit, saying that she wanted to display the ugly truth of fast food – although there was nothing ugly about her so it sort of defeated the poin

– With machetes, spears, sickles, and swords, screaming as if they were beasts, one towards the other, when they realized they would not stop, until there appeared behind them, a woman in the midst of a mystical glare. In the midst of it, a supernatural man appeared, dressed, wrapped in fog, in lightning, in the midst of thunder, she was like a Chinese priestess, wearing heavy makeup, a huge long kimono in which her robes were more than a big long dress, long nails and heavy makeup, like a green and red snake like scales, white face with reddish lines, her eyes were a slanted jade, her hair tied up and long like a huge long snake tail. - Is it real or is it just makeup? – Tsuki questioned.