Farrah Fawcett Spray Novels & Stories

She moved over to the bedside and saw the small paper that laid beside the body spray. She picked the paper up and was about opening it when she noticed that she had hit one of the body sprays and it had rolled off. She picked it up and stood up straight, staring at it for few seconds. "It must be so freaking expensive" She opened the body spray and decided to use just a bit of it on her body. "He can't get mad over this, he can't." She assured herself and used the body spray on her. It smelt so good and her smile grew wider.

Adrienne and Freya took a taxi to a famous shopping mall in Chatterton Town. For peculiar beings such as women, the best way to heal their hearts was to go on a shopping spree. The first floor was the cosmetics and skin care department. Freya directly entered the store of the brand she commonly used. She was a regular customer and all the staff there knew her, which was why someone greeted her warmly as soon as she entered the door, "Miss Langham, the Caviar Essence that was out of stock for a few months is finally back in stock. We were just about to call you, but you're here already."

“Girl...You freaking smell like sex and baby wipes..” Halynn’s face flushed beet red. She took a small bottle of perfume from her bag and sprayed generously, making her friends cough. “Easyyyyy… You know I’m allergic to strong perfumes.” Sophie reminded her, fanning herself.

He picked up a spray bottle and began spraying the floor. “What’s that?” I asked, noticing the scentless spray and the faint mist filling the air. He looked up, his eyes catching the moonlight with a hint of blue. “It’s a scent masker. Helps keep our presence here unnoticed. I used it whenever I wanted some alone time and needed to avoid detection.”

I could finally feel a sense of hope after being hopeless for what felt like forever. “Don’t get excited Maddie. I have a surprise for you as well,” Lara says standing up. She pulls out a plastic spray bottle waving it in the air. “This will put us on a level playing field,” she says as she starts to spray me. Putting my hands up in the air, blocking my face and body as much as possible, “What is it?” I say gasping for air as the spray settles around me. “Of course, it is a scent concealing spray,” Lara says.

Shaking my head to clear the fog, I pulled away and headed out of the room to fetch the spray. I returned to find her curled to the side. My footsteps alerted her of my presence. She turned and sat up on the bed, her brows furrowed. "What is that?" Taking a seat next to the bed, I held the spray in front of her. "Sterile saline spray." Scooting forward, I cleared my throat. "From my research, it doesn't hurt. I had someone bring a few of these. They are good for piercings—aids effective healing."

She was glowing and he’d do anything to keep that glow and her smile in place. “Sit down, Austin,” she said and indicated a chair. Austin sat down on the chair and Rafaella dragged a bar stool closer to where he sat. Even sitting he was still a large man. Rafaella kicked her shoes off and placed the chair behind Austin. He sat and watched her warily as she started unpacking the silver case. She grabbed a little spray bottle and moved right in between his legs. She tilted his head upwards and started spraying the liquid on his beard. “This is just a relaxer, it’s a leave-in treatment that will soften your beard and make it more manageable.”

“This element of surprise is really overrated.” “Relax,” Faerry said, taking out a brush from her makeup kit and adding more powder to my cheeks.

I reached for a small spray bottle of cheap linen mist. Spritz. Spritz. “Cough! God, Claire, take it easy!” Shannon, sprawled across a futon while aggressively crunching on pretzels, bolted upright. She batted the air, her face twisted in a theatrical grimace. “Is that perfume or industrial-grade pesticide? You’re going to be a walking scent-bomb. Are you teaching a seven-year-old or trying to sedate her father?” I glared at her through the glass, though my skin felt uncomfortably warm. “It’s aromatherapy, Shan. For my nerves. Besides, this is your laundry spray.”

Hensley walked into the room where Ethan was seriously last minute prepping Frieda. “Let’s pray that’s true because you’re the missing piece in our puzzle. Our ultimate weapon and the one in whom the entirety of my work rests on.” He shuffled around the lab and brought out five tiny spray bottles, they could fit in small purses. He handed them over to Frieda. “Hopefully, you don’t get to use them all. Spray once behind each ear, the nape of your neck and your wrists. That should cover it.” Frieda nodded. She kept the bottles in her purse.