Does Mia Goth Have Eyebrows の小説・ストーリー

Sitting quietly on the bed and gazing softly at her mother, Mia moved her fingertips to Amelia's chestnut brown hair, stroking it gently. Mia had a striking resemblance to her mother, hazel eyes, heart-shaped red lips, thick lashes and pretty delicate features, unlike Tammy who took after her father's light brown hair and deep brown eyes. After Mia watched her mother for a while, not wanting to wake her up, she secretly slipped out into the averagely furnished sitting room. Her eyes darted around, then it fell on a photo album. Her steps were slow as she picked the album from a shelf, staring intensely at the happy faces on the picture frame.

I really want to see you. Mia – Sure, you’ll tell me where we’ll meet. That’s it. I’ll make use of this opportunity, perfectly. Being with her is all I want right now. I’ll wait until later in the day to tell her where we’ll meet. I’m already buzzing with excitement. No one else in the world could possibly look forward to this moment as much as I do. I just hope all my dreams come true. I push off my cozy bed and head to the shower. It’s a beautiful morning, and I don’t want anything to ruin my mood. I’ll stay home today, no need to go anywhere unless boredom creeps in. If that happens, I’ll just head to the club later.

Mia had never had to take her bath with so many watchful eyes in her life and although the guards had their backs turned to her, she still felt very uncomfortable. She quickly got out of her mud-soaked clothing and had her bath hurriedly. She struggled to get the mud out of her hair and one of the maids who she had learned her name was Anne, helped her but even after she had her bath and wore the cheap clothing brought to her, she still looked unkempt. Her hair was messy and wet, her eyes were a bit swollen from the lack of sleep, and her lips were puffy from chewing them all night long. All the same, she was beautiful and the maids watched her in admiration. She was very curvy even with her

The daughters of many families tried to get her attention but Mia was only interested in finding her friend; Scarlet. Mia stepped up the stairs and there she saw a youthful face. She had fair skin, with pulp red lips. Her dark-filled eyebrows with ocean blue eyes, her dark hair were formed into a bun. She wore a red dress that hugged her body. Mia chuckled when she finally saw the woman walking down the stairs. “Mia!! You came!” She swiftly walked towards Mia and gave her a tight hug, “I missed you so much, it had been a long time since we last met.” She patted her back and said.

She then rushed towards Fuoco and said while grasping for breath "Hi! ...i am Mia .....sorry for the delay...its the traffic you know... Fuoco interrupted her and said "It's okay, Mia...calm down! I know you must be having your reasons and from your looks I can deduce you tried quite hard to reach here" Fuoco smiled to assure the girl that she was not mad at her and offered her water, which the girl took quickly to hydrate herself. Mia was 5'4"which was slightly shorter than Fuoco. She was neither too plum nor too thin, she was just perfect. Just like Fuoco,she was also wearing jeans and T-shirt. She had a pair of bright green eyes, dark brown hairs and fair skin.

"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.

Everyone turned towards the older girl, whose head was lowered during the exchange. She looked up and turned her head in confusion.... “Me?!!!” she said with those wide ocean eyes, still somewhat bewildered. Evelyn shook her head, “But Mia is just 18, my Lord. She has not had a chance to find her match. Her birthday was just two months ago. She... she’s a child,” the mother stuttered. I nodded and strolled towards Mia, inspecting this amazing specimen. She was slender but with a runner’s body. Ivory glistening curls cascaded down her back. They fell just above her curved bottom; her dress hugged her hips tight. I imagined slipping the emerald sheath off her, watching as it dropped to the flo

It was the end of the school day. Mia had just finished showering after a hard workout in the school gym. The endorphins were doing their work and she was feeling good. As she looked at her naked body in the mirror, she liked what she saw. Although Mia had been brought up to regard vanity as a flaw, and she certainly wasn't vain, she could still appreciate that she was attractive and in peak physical condition. Her petite chocolate brown body was lean and muscular, and she had large but firm breasts, with shapely areolae topped by nipples that pointed straight up when she was cold or aroused (which happened quite often). Mia had a pretty face with hair in braids which lay halfway down her ba

She couldn’t get the past beliefs out of her head and fresh ones paved their way in. Her eyes were red because of the disobedient tears that flowed out for hours before she found a motive to stop crying and encouraged herself with the words she heard last night. “Are you ready, ma?” Mia asked. “Yes,” Layla answered. She drew the little make-up kit closer and layered her face with a light powder. She applied a wine lip gloss on her lower lip and rubbed it with the upper lip until it spread. “We can go now.” Mia got down and opened the door. And Layla got down in a blinking long black gown.

Her dress—custom-tailored and daringly unique—clung to her figure like a second skin. Tonight, Mia came as her true self. She didn’t wear her usual Chestnut wig, instead, her real dark brown hair was styled into an elegant updo with a few soft strands framing her face, making her look effortlessly classy. Her striking sea-green eyes stood out, as she chose not to wear any contact lenses either. “Who is she?” The onlookers whispered to themselves. “Is that a Madame Isran piece?” “Is she the designer’s muse?” Different questions buzzed around her like a swarm, but Mia didn’t answer, she kept walking, waving their questions with a calm smile.