Fairy Of Shampoo Novels & Stories

*Elentari POV* I woke up the next day, happy the color was still in my hair. I curled it as best I could overnight while sleeping in curlers. I went to my closet and was happy to see more clothes. There was an extremely cute knee-length black lace dress with a built-in corset. A matching lace choker was on the hanger as well. I paired them with my knee-high heeled boots and smiled. I used a spell to create a magnificent curly updo with braids and smiled at myself. I felt like a princess today. I had come to accept my curves in the last few days and smiled, looking at myself from every direction in the mirror. This was my last day as a normal person. After today, I will be the Princess of Fae

As we quenched our thirst, Nova's keen eyes spotted something else of interest—a shelf filled with various supplies, including first aid kits, tools, and even some weapons. "Looks like they've got everything we need," Nova remarked, her eyes scanning the contents of the shelf. "Let's stock up on supplies while we're here." We gathered what we could carry—bandages, antiseptics, a few additional weapons, and some gardening tools that might come in handy. As if on cue, the greenhouse shifted and transformed into a forest-like place, in front was a throne with someone sitting on it with her head bent. Perched on a throne of woven vines and moss, a forest fairy with vibrant green hair sat gracefu

The king asked. Everyone knew who lady Mariposa was, she was the first and only fairy to ever graze the glitz planet. Before, Mariposa was just a normal country which was much less powerful than other countries, but a lady with a butterfly on her spine and violet hair was born. At first poeple called her wierd because no one amongst them had the same features as her. But as she grew older she shape shifter into a powerful fairy with large winged. She was very powerful and had the powers of a hundred of well trained solders. Even witches were no match for her.

How much longer could I pretend? Shaking away the thought, I reached for the shampoo bottle. "Alright, little warrior, time to wash your hair." Lily groaned dramatically. "Ugh! But my hair doesn’t like shampoo!" "Well, your hair doesn’t get to decide," I teased, lathering her curls with the sweet scent of strawberries. She huffed but let me wash her hair, occasionally blowing bubbles off her hands. After rinsing the shampoo out, I grabbed a fluffy towel and lifted her out of the tub, wrapping her up like a little burrito.

To say that I was impressed by how at one they were with nature was an understatement. "Princess Shaylee Fayette, the members of Moon Rain are here to meet with you," Cerulean called out as he shut the door behind us. As if the simplicity of the treehouse wasn't shocking enough, there was who the Princess turned out to be. Maybe we all thought we'd walk in to see a spoiled brat sitting on a thrown, but instead, the woman doing the dishes grabbed a towel, dried off her hands, and started walking towards us. Her long white hair went to her knees and it made her olive skin sparkle. She looked to be around the same height as Roxie and Jo, so maybe 5'8"? Her eyes matched every other fairy we had

Rana's army consists of forest animals. Indra nods approvingly and turns to Melia, the fairy queen. She directs a few words to her subjects in a foreign language and they line up in the shape of three large figure eights in front of her. She pronounces a few other words and together they form the shape of a flower. Melia floats into the center of the flower and out of her black eyes, nose and mouth pours a powerful smooth fog. She controls the dense water droplets with her hands and places the white mass in the flower’s petals. She is a terrifying sight with her long silvery hair and black eyes, producing the fog that aged Indra's little brother in just a few minutes. Indra can't help but sh

I WOKE UP A STARTLED TO SEE A WOMAN STANDING IN FRONT OF ME. She appears to have my age but being a fae I don't have any idea how old she could be. She's taller than me, almost as tall as Samantha, has black hair just like me, but her eyes are in a shade of green similar to Kai's and she's using an elegant silver mermaid dress. Did I forget to mention the slim crown in her head? Gods don't tell it's the queen.

"Halflings don't belong in Faerie. You should be home, slaughtering the masses." "It seems as if your own Fae Magick would disagree." Bailey waved her hand dismissively. "I'm going to go out on a limb and say you were probably hoping to be the future Queen. You seem the type. Snobby, bratty, beautiful. Anyone could peg you for a society slut. Fame-whore. Gold-digger. Take your pick." Aoife's eyes flashed, and she sneered. "You won't always find yourself with your Princes around, Halfling."

I brought my arm down and there was a women standing in front of me with brown curly shoulder length hair, a blue chiffon looking dress that was a little low cut with thin straps and it was cut at all different lengths at the bottom of her dress. " Wow. You faeries don't leave anything to the imagination, do you? You're just like what we see in storybooks." I say casually.

Each had different things. She handed me a basket and took one herself. We began to walk. One of the booths had soaps. It was something I was familiar with. My pack would make soaps from the whale oil. I began to smell them. All of them smelled pleasant enough. I looked and saw one that said shampoo bar. I mind-linked Helen. "Shampoo, what is that?" "It is to wash your hair." I grabbed one and sniffed. There was no smell; it was perfect. I also found no scented soap, which made me happy. By the time we had finished, we had full baskets. After we checked out, Helen looked at me so I could read her lips.