Makeup Aesthetic Novels & Stories

“I swear it won't take very long.” “Ugh…fine.” ************** The makeup artist was busy rubbing all sorts of products on my skin while I sat quietly, annoyed by the whole situation. “And all Done,” she said with a pout and while putting the brush away. I gave myself a look in the mirror and to say I looked pretty would be an understatement.

Alana's eyes swept over her reflection and she stilled for a moment. She barely recognized herself. The makeup had been done so beautifully, so carefully, that it felt almost like looking at someone else entirely. "It's beautiful. Thank you," Alana said, flashing her a small smile. The makeup artist's smile widened even further. "Gosh, you look even more beautiful when you smile like that." Alana let out a small chuckle at the compliment. "Thanks." "Alright then, I'll be taking my leave now," the makeup artist said as she packed up her things, snapping her kit shut and gathering her brushes.

“Relax! We’re just making sure you look your best for… the aesthetic ice cream shop. They have very demanding standards.” Priscilla managed to finish up my makeup, all while giving Harper pointed instructions on how to apply lip gloss. “Don’t over-think it, Naomi. You’re beautiful. Just… be beautiful, but in this specific outfit, with this specific hair, and this specifically coordinated lipstick. Got it?” She said. Anna chimed in with, “The ambiance will be epic!” I sighed, but I let them do it. It was easier than fighting the force of their enthusiasm. Besides, I did feel pretty, a little more put-together than my usual denim comfort zone.

But she was right when she said Caroline had the best facial features. Caroline had very beautiful facial features, and they were free of any flaws. She looked elegant and sweet. The makeup artist could help her pull off whatever look she wanted. "Okay." The makeup artist held the hem of Caroline's dress. "Let's go out there." Caroline tensed again and then took a deep breath before saying, "Okay."

The makeup professional shared a hack, and I began to outline my brows, trying to mimic the feather-light strokes she demonstrated. She moved through the room, sharing her wisdom. "When it comes to makeup, the key is elegance," she began. "You don't want to go overboard. Less is more. Avoid going too heavy or too dramatic, like drag queens. Their art is bold and beautiful, but for the elegance of a Luna, minimalism is your best friend." I watched her correct Natalia's foundation: "Use foundation sparingly. It should enhance, not mask your natural skin.” Then she came to me. “Sweetheart, when you line your brows, don't create shapes that aren't there. Follow the natural arch and fill in light

she laughs "like they say these days faking it in style." I give her a confused look "what?" "You know, when you're in a fake relationship, these days that's what everyone's doing." "Well, I'm only doing this for mom, and trust me I will not develop falling for him." "My dear friend, you're saying that now, but when the time comes you'll be dying for his touch, his kiss, his scent, his di- ah" I shot her with Levi's water gun. That damn dirty mouth girl. "Charlotte you bitch," she curses, ask I continue to shot her.

I shifted in my chair and I could feel myself loosening up from the tension as I'm about to talk about the main good thing that I have proudly been working on ever since I started working at the company. "Falcon Cosmetics, branded as 'FC', are the type of cosmetics that aims to enhance women, men and girl's looks making them appear more attractive in the eyes of others. The manipulation of contrast with the eyes and lips against skin tone is the main reason for our products. Our cosmetics brings out the feminine self and aims to bring out your self-confidence too. For I know, that's the beauty of beauty, it's not a tattoo. Makeup is not a mask that covers up your body, it's like a weapon tha

A beautiful stranger. The makeup wasn't heavy or dramatic—just enough to bring out her natural features. Her eyes, which she'd always thought were too big, now looked bright and striking. Her lips, enhanced with a soft pink gloss, looked full and inviting. Her skin, which she'd been told was too pale, now seemed to glow.

“With a little touch-up, you’ll look as beautiful as an angel.” Monique nodded awkwardly. She felt very uneasy. The makeup artist put on light makeup for her, curled her hair, and pulled it back, revealing her clean forehead. It gave Monique a whole new look—she looked more invincible. She had makeup on her eyes as well, and she looked more attractive with her big bright eyes. The pink lips were painted a light red—they were as beautiful as rose petals. A pair of slender legs, paired with seven centimeters white heels, outlining the curve on her slim body.

I whispered. They have been more active lately, especially at night. Sometimes I wondered if they could sense the energy around us. The anticipation. The shift. The makeup artist arrived shortly after, laying out brushes like surgical tools. “What’s the vibe?” she asked. “Confident,” I answered. “Radiant and not over the top.” She studied my face thoughtfully. “Soft gold on the eyes with defined lashes and natural contour with a bold lip?” I hesitated. A bold lip meant a statement. “Yes,” I said finally. “But not red.”