Bleach Cream Fem Novels & Stories

On the other hand, Pamela's own healing cream only fabricated a small part of its effectiveness, which was to remove scars and beautify the skin. In reality, Pamela didn't know that the cream she was given was called the Miracle Skin Cream. Not to mention, the imitation effects of her product was only 20% the effectiveness of the original cream too. But even so, it would easily surpass most of the products on the market. For women who prioritized their looks, the function to remove scars and blemishes and whitening the skin were essential in skincare. Products like these occupied a huge chunk of the market. So, Pamela named her product "The Healing Cream".

“Oh, what are you saying, old folks? You’re very young and beautiful, Mrs. Smith. Sometimes, I have to put in extra effort when dressing up because I don’t want you to outshine me.” Mrs. Smith waved her off playfully. “Oh, really? Well, I’ve been using this new cream lately.” My mother’s eyes lit up. “Really? What kind of cream?” Mrs. Smith leaned in slightly, as if sharing a secret. “Don’t tell anyone, okay? The cream isn’t widely available yet, so all the rich ladies are scrambling to get their hands on it.” My mother eagerly nodded. “Of course, I won’t tell.” Mrs. Smith smiled. “It’s called Rosa Cream.”

I walk to the aisle with the feminine hygiene products. I grab three boxes. Different brands. Different colors. Clearblue. First Response. E.P.T. I take them to the counter. The pharmacist is an old woman. She looks at the boxes. She looks at my pale face, my shaking hands. She doesn't smile. She doesn't say "Good luck." She just rings them up. "Forty euros," she says. I hand her a fifty. "Keep the change." I grab the bag. The plastic crinkles.

"What was the product you were looking at just now?" Arya's face nearly turned green. Why is he catching on so fast in his acting? Does he have to be so natural? Does he think we are really a couple on a shopping trip? The counter salesgirl quickly continued to give him an answer. "Ah, just now Miss was looking at this brand of hand cream. Does Mister usually use hand creams? Come Mister, you must try this. This hand cream has a natural scent, it moisturizes and absorbs easily into the skin. This cream is specially designed for men's skin."

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I clench my fists, determined to prove her wrong. As she turns to leave, a wicked grin playing on her lips, she pauses and looks back at me. “One last thing, Xavie listens to me. We don’t want him to change his mind about you now, do we, Luna?” she sneers, chucking the bleach at me. My heart sinks as I realise the lid isn’t on the bleach, and it pours over me, burning my skin and ruining what’s left of my dress. I bite my trembling lower lip, vowing not to let her break me.

I need to feel new, look new. “I think it’s an ability,” I continue softly, my fingers ghosting over another bundle. “But I didn’t have it before… not until Adrian.” Silence stretches for a moment before Neema hums, lining her cart with a few more items—Essenza Gold Repair Cream, Noir Bloom Lip Veil, and a Glass Drop Hydrating Mist. “Sounds like a mate-bond trigger,” she says casually. Just as we rounded the last aisle, heading toward checkout,fate decided to have a laugh.

She took a glob of this and rubbed it across Helen’s stomach. “Don’t worry,” she said. “It’s just sage and a couple of other herbs, but they help amplify my power so that I can see through your body to get a good read on your pups. It’s kind of like a transmitter.” She smeared this all over and smiled at Helen. “The good news is the cream also works as a great moisturizer. When you get done, you’ll smell all fresh, and your stomach will be nice and smooth.” Helen giggled nervously, and Dr. Myles patted her stomach before turning to wipe her hands.

She peered up at Leah, who just smiled down at her. Leah took off the cap of the cream and gently squeezed the cream into her fingertip. She carefully rubbed it between her fingers first, warming it, then stepped closer to Calla. “Trust me,” she said softly. “This one helps with bruises.” Calla stayed still, her shoulders tense as Leah lightly dabbed the ointment onto the cut on her forehead. She flinched when the ointment stung her skin. "Eishhh..." she let out, but immediately pressed her lips together.

he screamed, stepping back. I grabbed the bleach bottle and hit him on the side his head as hard as I could, causing him to step backward. I took advantage of his momentary unbalance as he rubbed his eyes, knowing that I only had a second. I unscrewed the cap from the bleach bottle and threw the contents at him, causing him to scream out in pain as bleach covered his face and hair. I grabbed the broom and, finding sudden strength, rammed my foot into the wooden handle, breaking it in half.