Charmy X Cream Novels & Stories

Her eyes widened but she pasted on a smile. “This,” I said firmly, my tone clipped, “is our revitalizing serum. Made with stabilized vitamin C, hyaluronic acid, and botanical extracts sourced from across the globe. Lightweight, long-lasting, and clinically tested. Unlike cheaper imitations, our formula is built to last.” The comments lit up, praise rolling in. Scarlett laughed, slipping her arm through mine. “See? My darling always explains it better than I do.” The questions came next… when are you getting married?

I’m hoping that’ll change once everything comes to light, but for right now, my focus is on keeping my wife and pack safe. “Lucky for you, I already have the cure,” Charolette surprised me by saying. “I make this every full moon and I carry it with me everywhere. I knew it would come in handy one day.” She reached into her large bag and pulled out a clear jar with crystals wrapped around the edges. Inside the jar looked to be water, but it glistened as she held it up for us to see. “Is that Moon Water?” Erik asked, stepping towards it in wonder.

His eyes were cold as he casually smoked. When Holly answered the call, Abelin sounded firm on the other side of the call. "Do you know about garnet cream?" "Yes. Garnet cream is made from secretions from natural garnets, and it can only be found in high-quality garnet sources. It's a transparent, sticky substance that is colorless and smells a little like cement. It can heal a fractured bone and works wonders on scars, too. "It's also recorded in 'The Book of Miraculous Herbs' and 'The King's Scriptures.' However, I've only seen them in books, and the actual cream is said to be extinct."

I gag. “A mixture of Yarrow and Witch Hazel and some other bits and bobs. You’ll need to lie down.” I drop to the floor, grateful to take the weight off my shaky legs, and Charmaine kneels next to me. She pulls on a pair of gloves before she dips her hand in the container and starts to sprinkle the powder over the wound. It burns like hellfire, and the best I can do to stop myself from making a sound is to bite into my hand. I think I pass out at one point, either from pain or blood loss, I don’t even know anymore, and when I come back to reality, Charmaine is leaning over me, her eyes filled with concern. “Thought I lost you there for a moment.”

From her bag, she produced a small bottle of ointment, which she placed on the table. "Evelyn, forgive me for the interruption. I just remembered that I've brought a jar of ointment for Miss Charlotte. It's concocted from fifteen different herbs and is highly effective in reducing scars. By the way, it's safe for pregnant women as well." "I hope it helps you," she looked at me, a hint of a smile curling her lips. I thanked her and accepted the ointment. Secretly, I was pondering how Olivia knew about the scar on my arm. Moreover, the news of my pregnancy had spread rather quickly.

She smiled as she opened the small hidden compartment within her vanity and picked up a small jar of herbal cream. The cream was enhanced by magick and was given to Xana by a passing witch. The witch had told her that if her chosen was reluctant to accept her; she was to use this cream. When applied just one small touch from him on her bare skin was all it would take for the cream to work making a temporary mate connection between them that he wouldn’t be able to fight, and the more he touched her the more it would convince him to mate and mark her.

Just as she’d asked, each drop eased the tension, washing it away until it swirled on the tile and disappeared down the drain. Behind the glass doors the mist filled with the aroma of fruit—something citrus—as I massaged shampoo into Charli’s long silky hair. In the light of the shower, her red tresses darkened, bringing out a rich, beautiful mahogany hue. With her hands on the side of the shower, her head bowed forward as I covered her, cleaning away the last week—the last two. The conditioner, the body wash…each step removed a little more of the edge. When we were done, Charli turned in my arms, wrapped her arms around my waist, and under the still-hot spray broke down.

Sam said as she took out another tube from the bag and read the inscription. "What's that for?" I asked her. "It's an anti fungal cream. Let's try it." She applied a pea size of the anti fungal cream on her finger and rubbed it on my face. Then she applied the serum on my face and started to fan it so that it would dry up. "I really hope this will work, Sam. I'm gonna kill you if it doesn't." "It's gonna work and if it doesn't, I'm gonna cover it up with a bit of make-up."

There was no room for anger or pain, only one goal: to finish the formulated cream to treat the ailment that was consuming nearly the entire surface of her skin. ​Once the cream was formulated, Sua poured it slowly into several small earthenware jars. She worked meticulously, making sure not a single drop was wasted. The scent was faint, like freshly picked leaves, with a slight shimmer from the Itun oil mixed with the Pakaya aloe sap. The cream was a pale greenish color, smooth as silk, and felt cool against the skin. ​One by one, the jars were sealed and covered with violet cloth. Sua sighed with relief when the work was done. She set aside one special jar, smaller than the rest and adorne