Fem Bleaching Cream Novels & Stories

“How am I going to attend the birthday party tonight? I don’t want anyone to see me like this. If… If Louis were to see me like this, he’d surely make a laughingstock out of me!“ Maisie patted her on the back with a serious expression. “Ryleigh, now be honest with me. Did you buy the facial cleanser directly when you saw it being sold at a lower price online?” Ryleigh lowered her head. “It’s only about a few dollars cheaper. I bought… I bought it mainly because many anchorwomen and online influencers use it too. It’s the brand that’s said to be able to remove acne, whiten the skin, and moisturize it all at the same time!”

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".

The chilly air hit my bare skin and I shivered. She opened the calabash and a sweet smell filled the air. There was a red cream like substance inside the calabash. She dipped her hand into it and smeared it all over my skin. Each part the cream touched caused tingles over my body. “It’s the blessed mating cream. Very essential for this ritual” she mumbled as she smeared the cream on my back. I wondered if Brayan was undergoing this part of the ritual like I was. Did he strip bare before Saoirse as she smeared the cream all over him.

Always ready! Fenny let her used Venus' unused bathrobe. She thinks the two are really close because he doesn't hesitate to let her use it without asking Venus' permission. He let her sat in the chair in front of Venus's dresser with a large mirror. She even combed her hair first. She saw Fenny took a colored cream with a mixture of brown and orange. She was about to refuse when he started putting the colored cream on her hair but he cut her off. "Hep! It's just a temporary color. Once you take a bath, the color will also be removed from your hair. We need to change the color of your hair for more effect."

I have very fine blond hair, but she expected something at least. "How can you shave down here? Does somebody help you?" She sounded suspicious. She could see it would be very difficult to do alone. Of course, neither of us could think about waxing some delicate regions. "I use a cream that a Pakistani girl showed me. It is big business for their religion. Commercial products in this country are a bit harsh, the government says it bars imports on health grounds, but it is really to protect US firms. She has a cream from home that worked well even for the most delicate skin. They knew how to ship it to me."

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

Realization hit me as I asked the lady too. “Yes, I am daily using creams, but from the past two months, but it’s your facial’s fault,” the middle-aged lady replied, mentioning that she had applied cream at home. “Yes, she did mention that. She said to me too that she is using some whitening cream, which I told her about. Her skin is sensitive; she should use it with precautions,” Linda replied, making me think about the reason behind this. “Then perhaps it’s the cream’s fault, not the salon’s. Why don’t you ask her to bring the cream here so we can check it? We should test both the cream and the facial products to find out what went wrong,” Alice suggested, her voice calm and logical.

The countertop of the skincare section in her room looked like a miniature beauty store. There was a foaming cleanser made with organic honey, a toner that smelled like cucumber and sea water, and her favorite moisturizer—a light cream made from aloe. She even had an under-eye gel, “for puffiness,” she’d claimed with such seriousness. “Do we really need eye cream today?” I asked as I kept tiny dots under her eyes. “Yes. I didn’t get my beauty sleep. Daddy was on the phone for hours.” I paused. “He was?”

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."

From the pink shiny Gloves to the large bowl, the hair brush and more brushes I didn't know their uses. And when I asked her the ingredients. She had a breakdown, taking pleasure in lecturing me. “I've read about it online, and before you start screaming, lots of people say it does work,” Frida exclaimed while holding up a dark-red bottle. “So what we need to do is use beetroot juice. We can mix it with some carrot oil. Hibiscus powder. And henna. You are to apply this once a week and the color will build up slowly without any damages to your hair. So, why don't we try?”