Nature's Blessing Hair Grease Novels & Stories

It functioned as a detangler and moisturizer. She took the bottle from him and poured the liquid over her hair while grinning gratefully. Some of it spilled out onto the ground, leaving oil and hair all over the place.

Estell asked, feeling Claire’s hair for the first time; it was smooth, firm, and silky to the touch. “Oh, I’ve always had great hair. The products I use are all-natural essences created by my husband, Blake Elon.” Claire replied. “Well, I would kill to get my hands on your products. Some models have such difficulty maintaining their hair that it’s hard for us stylists to keep them from fraying and drying out.” “I’ll have to get my husband to recommend you to the remedies we all use,” Claire said. “Oh, you are married to Mr. Elon? He must be great to have such a beautiful wife.” Estell said, continuing with the stying.

She brushes her still-damp hair, applies some hair vitamins, and puts on a bit of moisturizer to keep her face looking good. Who says Claire doesn't pay attention to her appearance? Just because she often ties her hair back or puts it up while working doesn't mean she doesn't take care of it. Do you really think that her thick, beautiful black hair is the result of using leftover frying oil? No. It's all thanks to the regular care she gives it—creambaths, masks, and vitamins.

Sharp stormy blue eyes despite the softness of morning light. But I know better. There is a flicker beneath the surface. Anticipation. Cassian comes behind me holding a metallic black box. He unwraps my hair and begins a hair care routine I know nothing about very carefully, section by section with bottles and different combs from the black box. He applies a what looks like a light oil, diffuses the curls just enough to enhance their natural fall without taming them completely. Wild. But disciplined. I close my eyes and let him do his thing.

I made air quotations with the last word. “Blessing?” I nodded, reaching around him for the conditioner. “You’re a wolf blessed by the Moon Goddess now. Really, my hair was just waiting to happen. I was born with the blessing, so there wasn’t a chance to change.” “I’m blessed? What does that mean?” Shrugging, I combed the conditioner through my hair. “Riley. I’m serious.” “I don’t know, Alpha! She didn’t say. It could be some kind of extra power? Who knows. You’ll figure it out.”

He undid the band holding up my messy hair and it came falling around my face like a thick curtain. "Alex, you don't have to..." I tried to protest but he was already grabbing brush and sticking into my hair. "I just haven't seen a woman's hair so thick and beautiful like yours.." he replied he squeezed some hair cream on my hair before massaging it in. There was silence as he professionally moved his fingers over my scalp down to the base of her hair in steady motions over and over again. He would occasionally squirt some lotion in her hair to help detangle the knots and after several minutes, he managed to brush my hair until a comb could easily go through it.

"I would love to wash your hair sweetheart. I brought you some new products while you were taking a nap earlier. I talked to Marcus's mate, Zendaya, and she told me what products to buy for you. I got you this stuff, House of isis shea shampoo. She said this is their favorite and it's very soothing on the scalp. I also got you House of isis wind oil and Jamaican black castor oil. She says she loves both of them so she uses both. She alternates between them each time she uses an oil. She said your dreadlocks should be re-twisted about once every month or two, so she's coming over tomorrow to show us how to retwist your locks." He said.

Then, I grabbed my phone and typed: "How to get raw dough out of hair." Top answer? Olive or coconut oil together with fine-tooth comb. Oh. Hell yes. I ran downstairs stark naked, thankful my dad wasn’t home, and snatched the olive oil from the pantry as I didn’t have coconut oil. Back upstairs, I went to work – coating my scalp, massaging it through the strands, working section by section. Then rinse. Shampoo. Repeat. Twice. Three times.

When I looked in the mirror, I remembered Kai's initial comment about my hair, that it looks best when it's free and not tied back. I grin. What's the point of having loose hair if I'm already sweating? Kai had no idea how difficult to maintain this hair. I don't even have time for a haircut, and I struggle with my hair every time I bathe and comb it. But the homemade shampoo and conditioner I made with coconut and aloe vera really help. Because I never used a product containing a chemical mixture, my hair is naturally beautiful.

No, why would we do that? Now even more frustrated than I was before, I finish washing up and turn off the shower, wringing the water out of my hair. I step out, wrap my towel around me, collect my clothes and make my way back to my room. I don’t hear Ayawamat or the sounds of guests, so I assume he’s still out on patrol, which means I’ve got the house to myself for a little while longer. I dry off, get dressed and tend to my hair by towel drying it and adding in my favourite hair serum. It’s a lovely little concoction made with aloe vera, sweet grass and yucca – among other things I’m sure I’ll never know – made by a family of Wampanoag women who have passed the remedy on for generations. I