Nature's Blessing Hair Grease Novels & Stories

The substance that poured from the lip of the jug was an oily, creamy liquid. It was thicker and just slightly cloudier than olive oil. After having poured a healthy amount onto the top of his head, she set the jug onto the table and began to work the Ambrosia into his scalp. When she was confident his entire head had been covered, she poured some more into her hands and applied the oil to his face, ears, and neck; all the while she took great care not to allow any to enter his mouth or linger on his lips.

Then, she reached into a jar and pulled out a lump of something dark, oily, and pungent. "Here," she said, thrusting the black mass into my hand. "This is degotnoye milo. Tar soap. It smells like a forest fire, but it heals the skin and kills the lice that jump on foreigners. And here…" she handed me a plastic bottle with a peeling label, the liquid inside a neon, radioactive green. "Shower gel. Smells like Spring Meadow, if the meadow was next to a chemical plant." I stared at the black lump in my palm. It smelled like burnt rubber and ancient pine. I made a mental note: Do not, under any circumstances, let this touch my hair.

I mean she blessed your mating ceremony, and your children and also was believed by so many as the only way some would heal. I finished making dinner and quickly went to my room to freshen up before sitting down before the high whatever she was. I ran a brush quickly through my hair which was now dry and flowing down to my bottom side as she prepared. I so loved to put braids in my hair but the high priestess felt that allowing your hair to flow allowed your aura to truly show but I think it just made you stick out more and more. I couldn’t resist looking at my phone and saw that Rogan had texted me back.

I replied all excited. “See you in an hour, babes!” Helen and Jane squeal in unison. Since I was still hungry, I kept some spaghetti to boil on the stove after which I hopped in for a long soothing shower to clear my foggy head filled with dirty thoughts of Mr. Holt. I lather my hair with coconut and yuzu shampoo from The Body Shop’s range of hair and bodycare. Their shower cream works magic to rub off all the stress of the day. After rinsing, I scrunch my hair to form tiny ringlets as well as trap moisture in my curly hair and wrap myself in a fluffy bathrobe.

I cleaned my tongue, turning to look at him with a lifted eye- brow. "Problem?" I asked, muffled by the paste and brush between my lips. "You're pushing me," he warned. "What are you going to do to me? Fuck me crudely and treat me like a whore? Oh, wait, you just did that. Spank me? You might not get the result you want. I might be into that shit, Saint." Grinning, I pointed to his head with my toothbrush, "You have soap in your hair. You will need to get your own. Unless, of course, you don't mind smelling like me all day long." I deadpanned him so hard he felt it. "The shampoo is enhanced with my scent and nullifying herbs that make my heat-cycle remain hidden and muted to the males. I'm u

“Brush.” “Detangler.” “Moisturizer.” “Shampoo and conditioner.” “Grease.” I grabbed two of each. “Hair gel.” I grabbed the largest tub. “Spray gel and mousse.” I grabbed the biggest too. “Silk bonnets and scarves.” I grabbed a handful of the sealed packets. “Do you have any hair ties?” “Yeah.” I grabbed huge bags of cotton, silk and regular hair ties. “Do you by any chance have small gift baskets? Something I can present this in.”

That robe felt like hugging a cloud. She touched my hair and gasped softly. “Such natural beauty. The color is unique.” I froze. I forgot. My hair… since the hybrid awakening… green. Not normal green. Deep, shiny, magical green like forest leaves under sunlight. She touched it again and hummed. Then she worked. Carefully washing my hair, brushing it gently, rubbing cream into it. Warm water ran down my neck and it felt like heaven again. “Your hair is amazing,” she whispered like she was talking to a treasure.

I asked, reaching up and touching my hair to make sure it didn't have anything in it. It was so soft that I was shocked at how easily I could drag my fingers through it. The bright red curly mess had never felt this smooth or soft. "My hair," I gasped. Tohr smiled as he began cutting up the food on the table in the corner of the room. "It's clean," I said. "I'm told by the woman here that the oils from the Allassh tree does wonders when using it to clean your hair," he explained. "You gave me a bath?" I snapped.

Selena, unaware of her mother's rejection of her marriage proposal with Alexander, was currently holding the new hair care oil made by Eva. She nodded approvingly at Eva's craftsmanship; this chamomile hair oil would be perfect for winter. Chamomile oil has a gentle floral scent and is effective in soothing the scalp and relieving hair dryness, which is especially suitable for the windy and dry winter days. This product couldn't be made in just any store; besides Eva's skills, Selena knew that her own magical water drops also played a role.

"The ointment is made of a natural substance, which can effectively improve the blood circulation and promote the recovery of bones. There's no trace of any harmful substance. It's all natural and it will not cause any chemical reaction in your stomach even if you mixed it with foods." Raeleigh frowned and took the box over. Then, she took a look at her left hand and said, "Is he really helping me?" "I'm not sure either. After all, we all know that Crevor does not have any good intentions." Raeleigh raised her head. "This is the first time I've heard you say this about a person. Are you only saying this because he is your rival?" "I'm just stating the truth." "Alright then." Raeleigh put awa