Nature's Blessing Hair Grease Novels & Stories

“Correct. Now, do you know why it’s the most common types of Blessing?” Then, it was silent for a moment as the kids were pondering about her question. “I think it’s because humans are amazing!” Gray finally shouted in enthusiasm. Sierra closed her eyes and pretended not to hear him. Then, she answered her own question while glaring at Gray, “It’s because natural elements are everywhere.”

“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?” “And the curls?” “We'll get there in time,” she preached. I sat down on the toilet seat lid and she put on gloves. “Ready?” I closed my eyes. What else was I supposed to do when she seemed to be ready to give me a perfect science experiment? It couldn't be that bad anyway. I might end up bald. The cold gel-like paste touched my head first and then her fingers, massaging it in. It smelled earthy, sweet. I thought of Liam. I thought of his first words when he wo

"You still look a little tired around the eyes, but you're definitely looking much better than the last time I saw you." "Thank you." She suddenly remembered the elegant shopping bag in her hand. "Oh!" She held it out to me. "This is actually why I came." I accepted it curiously. "What's this?" "A little gift." I carefully opened the bag before gasping. Inside was an entire collection of beautifully packaged haircare products. Every bottle carried the same elegant gold logo. Patricia Luxe Hair Essentials. "I'm officially launching my own premium haircare line next month, and this is the first production batch. You're the very first person outside my team to receive it."

He won’t be coming back, and he will never put his disgusting hands on me again. When I’m done scrubbing, I wash my hair. I smoother it in conditioner. It’s naturally wavy and when I don’t take care of it, it literally turns into a frizzball, exactly like it has right now. I create a mask of the creamy conditioner, leaving it to soak in while I lie back and shut my eyes. My muscles feel more relaxed, my back feels less achy.

She just nodded her head and we proceeded to fix each other up. Her natural scent smelled like coconut laced with shea butter, it is extremely intoxicating. I tried to compose myself, hopefully, she doesn’t notice. It is especially hard to compose myself when her lips look that inviting, so full and soft-looking. Perhaps she thinks I am a creep for looking at her so much. I thought that I was pretty clear on not wanting to pursue a woman that was gifted to me, but how can I resist?

Or something close to it. I picked up the shampoo. A dark glass bottle, the liquid inside thick and silvery. It wasn’t a human product, it was something I had created, infused with calming properties. I poured some into my palm and began to massage her scalp. Her dark hair floated in the water like ink. I ran my fingers through it, untangling the knots, massaging her temples, the nape of her neck. She moaned softly in her sleep and leaned into the touch. “Did you like that?” I whispered.

I whispered to my stomach softly. "Are you talking to me?" Nate asked, while her hands were busy beautifying my hair. Mum said I was lucky to get a really fine hair, cos hers was the complete opposite of mine. Today, my hair smelt so good, because of the hair product that was given to me by Nate yesterday. I have never seen something like that before. She used the stretch comb on my hair, to make it straight. My hair looked really long, as she wove it into a ponytail, tied it round, and added a beautiful hair clip.

It’s the hair that grows out of my scalp! God gave you your hair, and God gave me mine! It’s mine! And I’m proud of it! You don’t have the right to tell me to hide my hair, just because your hair comes out of your scalp straight, doesn’t make it any better than mine, which comes out of my scalp curly!”

"No one as pitiful as you doesn't merit nice things or good looks." That Lanaya's stunning blue-black hair glistened in the sunlight like a bird's wings was the one thing her foster mother detested. They slathered her head with bleach after they slashed her hair off to destroy what was left. The destruction lasted a whole year before one of the housekeepers offered assistance to Lanaya. She was an elderly Black woman and had brought some of the unique hair ointment her grandmother used. The housekeeper's grandma had Shaman training and developed her remedies. Lanaya's hair had become smooth and shining again with the help of the maid's treatment.

She took a glob of this and rubbed it across Helen’s stomach. “Don’t worry,” she said. “It’s just sage and a couple of other herbs, but they help amplify my power so that I can see through your body to get a good read on your pups. It’s kind of like a transmitter.” She smeared this all over and smiled at Helen. “The good news is the cream also works as a great moisturizer. When you get done, you’ll smell all fresh, and your stomach will be nice and smooth.” Helen giggled nervously, and Dr. Myles patted her stomach before turning to wipe her hands.