Mange Shampoo Novels & Stories

"You've got a variety of shampoos in ten different types of hair flavors already - Coconut, Avocado, Frosted Cookie, Strawberry, Cinnamon buns, Pink Frosted layer cake, Grapefruit Mango butter, Marshmallow Buttercream, Strawberry Milkshake, and the -" "Snowy Citrus swirl shampoo, yes, but I wanted to - still - want to get the Pantene Pro-V Smooth & Sleek shampoo, I hear it does wonders for the hair." I pout at him and his eyes zone in on my lips. I can see the uncertainty wavering in his eyes and I know he's going to capitulate when he closes his eyes and releases yet another sigh. A tiny one this time around.

“Now, I’m going to go fetch a few things and leave you to soak, Miss Cole. You still have a few hours before Tiernan eats dinner.” For the moment, she blocked out everything, managing only a small wave at Cleo as she slipped deeper in the water, slowly letting her head slide underneath the surface. After a moment, she sat back up and spent a few minutes reading the bottles on the lip of the tub. There were three kinds of shampoo, and she selected the one that smelled like honeysuckle and vanilla. It lathered in her hands, unlike the baking soda paste they used at home, followed by a vinegar rinse.

"Mango, what shampoo do you use? Your hair smells so good." "Nathaniel almost threw up when he saw such a cheesy way of flirting. However, Mango looked very pleased. She smiled and made a gesture. ""It's just an ordinary shampoo.""" Nathaniel couldn't stand it anymore. "He quickly walked over and shrugged off Denver's hand. Then, he pulled Mango away. " "Mango was a little taken aback by his sudden appearance. By the time she regained her senses, Nathaniel had already dragged her out of the ward." Is anyone allowed to touch you now except for me?

The scent of Darian lingered faintly on everything. When Bella turned on the shower, it flowed in a pulsing stream at the highest setting. She adjusted the showerhead to a more manageable setting and moaned in bliss as the hot water soaked her aching body. She looked around for shampoo and noticed a bottle of dog shampoo in one corner. She wondered which of them was the subject of that gag gift. On the floor, there was a bottle of what appeared to be regular human shampoo, so she used a pump of it to wash her hair.

It felt like a warm embrace, washing away the grime and some of the sorrow. I reached for the bottle of shower gel on a built-in shelf. The label read “Wash and Co,” a brand I recognized but never had the luxury to use. I poured a small amount into my hand, noting the rich, creamy texture, and began to lather it over my skin. The scent of lavender and peaches filled the air, enveloping me in a fragrant embrace.

"You say it all the time." "I will say it more." I hugged her back and squeezed my eyes shut as I pretended I was not falling apart on the inside. The shampoo sat on the edge of the tub. Cedar and sandalwood. The same brand Marcellus used. The same scent I had scrubbed off my skin before creeping back to my room. I picked up the bottle and read the label. I turned it over in my hands like it held answers I could not find anywhere else. "Phew," I said out loud. "That is off my mind."

He got just everything she needed, including a shampoo. Remembering she hadn’t had a good bath in two days, she quickly grabbed the soap, sponge and shampoo and entered the bathroom. After her ten minutes bath, she came out satisfied with herself and loving her body smell, all thanks to the jasmine shampoo and floral scented soap he got for her, he should really be commissioned to getting women needs cause he scored an A1 in it.

I wave my hands. "Girl!" She exclaims, "Mon Dieu, relax baby! I'm just kidding with you," She moves over to my seat, wrapping her arms over me. I chuckle nervously. "Don't laugh but, I use the Aussie Miracle Moist Shampoo and Conditioner," I tell her. "Why would I laugh? Is there a joke I didn't catch?" "I don't know, it's a cheap brand, nothing fancy, just does my hair good enough I guess," I pout.

Kate said almost shyly. “How do you want me to style it?” Maria asked. “Can I touch it?” “Yes, you can,” Kate replied and added, “It’s due for a wash, but I don’t have the strength to do it this morning. It usually takes hours to wash, and I didn’t even bring my shampoo and all the other stuff I normally use on wash days.” “That is not a problem. I can go to the mall and get you everything you need for it,” Maria offered.

“It’ll saponify. Then we add herbs, essential oils, frost leaf powder to make it lather.” “And… the shampoo?” “Similar,” I said. “But liquid form. Infused with silk seed oil for softness. Peppermint extract to soothe the scalp. Elven apple essence for scent.” The workers all gathered around me now. Wereman apprentices, elven scribes, humans in plain clothes. “Do not use too much frost leaf,” I warned. “Or it will burn the skin.” They listened. I showed them step by step: melting fat, stirring in ash water, adding petals, stirring until the mixture thickened like honey. Cutting it into blocks. Sealing it with pressed wax symbols of the Moon Queen.