Novel & Cerita Does Mia Goth Have Eyebrows

Mia's POV With terrified eyes, I stood before the mirror, staring at the reflection that stared back at me. I couldn't believe what I saw. My once-blonde hair was now black, unkempt, and falling in tangled locks around my face. My once-piercing sea-blue eyes had transformed into a deep brown that stared back at me with a new intensity. With shaking hands, I raised my hands to touch my face, feeling the now unfamiliar contours of my cheekbones, jawline, and nose.

"Maa? Why are you up here?" I asked and my eyebrows knotted in confusion, but she didn't reply. She just quitely shut the door of my room behind her and sat stiffly on the edge of my bed. "I want to talk to you, Mia. I suppose you're not doing anything important," she said and I nodded until I realized that how she used to dislike when I nodded and didn't give a proper response. "Nothing necessary," I muttered and hid the glittery, purple nailpaint under the sheets of my bed.

I pull my hair in a ponytail and apply a light nude lip shade. " No . Absolutely not . No. That's not gonna work." Mia says. " Why? It looks good ." I reply. " Yeah , if you are going to the church ." She says mockingly. " Fine. Have at it." I say and open my hair after removing my lipstick. She squeals and starts working on my hair. She styles my hair open and and puts red lipstick on my lips with a smokey eyeshadow . " Now , It looks like we are going to party." Mia says and pulls me up from the chair and we both giggle as we go down the hallways. We call an uber and slip inside . I listen as Mia talks to the driver in italian.

Mia closed her eyes and leaned back in her chair: “It's all too simple for me.” Matthew: "Looks like the long time spent writing novels and screenplays hasn't diminished my intelligence." Mia opened her eyes and glared at him. … Second, Mia wears a light brown suit of the same color as her brother's suit, both of their clothes are tailor-made so the quality is extremely good, and the size is just right for them. Mia is standing in front of the mirror to pull her hair up and apply a little lipstick on her tense lips, her cold face even sharper. Her eyes were still cold and devoid of any emotion.

I suddenly feel the blush creeping on my cheeks, I shake my head at my silliness and climb into the bath, laying my head against it, closing my eyes for a bit. ***_*** "Mia! Mia! MIA!" I hear my mother calling for me. "Yes mom?" I scream back from my bathroom "The guest are arriving, get your ass down here this second Missy, no more hiding" I roll my eyes "Coming" I yell out, wait shit, I must have dozed off if the guests are arriving already. Getting out and getting dressed, leaving my long black hair down, not in the mood for any make up just pinching my cheeks, looking in the mirror satisfied.

"I'm sure that once he finds his mate, his womanizing will stop. Until then, let's hope he doesn't get anyone pregnant. My mom is too young to be a grandma." Mia nudged me, bringing me back to the present. "So," she drawled, "has any guy caught your eye?" "Why the hell would you ask me that?" I said as though the mere thought of being intimate with guys disgusted me. "I'm not supposed to like boys, remember?" Mia made a hmm sound. Then she got a strand of her ginger hair out of her face. Unlike me, Mia opted for rose gold highlights, which made her hair pop.

“We will not. Not before our goal is accomplished.” Power stirred behind me. Soft. Controlled. Dangerous. I knew before I turned. Footsteps echoed lightly across the stone floor. Mia emerged from the inner corridor. She was dressed simply, no crown, no ceremonial markings, yet the hall reacted as if lightning had struck. Her hair fell loose down her back, darker now. Darker than I gave ever seen it. Her skin bore faint traces of the witch marks that still surfaced when her magic stirred. They were delicate and luminous patterns that glowed and faded like breath. Her eyes… silver. Not fully. Not always. But enough.

Just then a knock came on the door before it opened, and the most gorgeous creature Gio had ever seen walked in the room. Mia was nothing short of a true Greek goddess as far as Gio could see. Her hair and eyes were dark, almost black. Her olive complexion was smooth and creamy. She was around five foot six feet tall and built like an hourglass, with perfect handful sized breasts and a tiny waist. Her hips and ass were full and the perfect handful as well. Gio could feel his cock wake up at her entrance. The hint of her perfume wafted to him on the air as she entered. "You sent for me Mister Branson?"

Mia paused with the eyeliner trapped between her fingers. “Believe whatever you want” I joked. “You know you are under my mercy, right?” “Talking like I can’t decide to go to the book launch with a bare face. I have a great skin you know” I winked at her. “Keep that ugly of face of yours let me finish what I’m doing” She placed one hand on my head while the other carefully drew a line on my eyelid. “Why do you want a man when you have one already?”

If she had been hired at another workplace, she could have been fired a lot of times already. Caroline was too inflexible. The stylist carefully studied Mia's features while styling her hair. The more she looked at Mia, the more beautiful she found her. All of her features were quite attractive. Mia's black hair was curled into big waves by the stylist using a curling stick, then two strands of her hair were pulled up from the ear side with unique techniques at the back of her head. The short hair on her forehead fell on the corners of her eyes casually. Mia's skin was quite fair, and the stylist didn't need to use any foundation or powder. However, for the full body model, the stylist still