Nature's Blessing Hair Grease Novels & Stories

he said smugly. "But do you know how to braid my kind of hair? " I asked referring to my frizzy, super curly hair. "I'll improvise." he said. Reluctantly and still wary that he might cut my hair or pull it hard, I sat on the dresser chair and watched him through the mirror. He first of all, sprayed some water on it, rubbing it through the hair, then used my hair growth oil and softener on the hair massaging my scalp gently with it. It actually felt so good, I let out little moans of pleasure.

I craved for our hands to touch and for him to steal kisses from me and I happily related my experiences with Celia, her excitement greater than mine. I hummed to myself, running the brush through Liora's hair. The strands were healthy against my fingers, there was no breakage and the brush glided through with ease. Maura had been so kind to make some hibiscus and rosemary hair butter as a gift for Liora to care for her hair and this was the first time using it. I parted the hair into sections, making sure the scalp was visible, and then I picked the bottle of lavender oil I had made myself, dropping it onto the exposed scalp.

"Azel, did your mouth just say this liquid can make our fur super soft after a long shift?" "Yes, it works like magic," I answer with a big nod, showing her how to rub a tiny drop between my palms. "Wild moon-oil is the best thing for a warrior's hair care. Your hands can rub it straight into the roots after washing in the river." I explain three simple ways the old border packs use the raw juice to keep their coats thick. "You can also filter the fluid through fine cloth to make skin lotions, or mix it up with hive-wax to create healing lip salves for dry winter weather."

From the packaging, I could tell it was an expensive brand and not one I had heard of, but then again, we usually used our own brands rather than take anything from the werewolves… I squirted a large dollop of what smelled like shea butter shampoo onto my hand and applied it to my wet locks. I closed my eyes rinsing off and felt so glad he had allowed me to bathe. It was probably his only decent act since he had brought me here… I applied some conditioner, enjoying the way my fingers slid through my locks before I turned the shower off, not wanting to take longer than he gave me. I stepped out, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around myself, before taking another of the towels and drying my

Emily's POV “What happened next?!” I was too excited for her to be cutting the story short, but I understood that she had to fetch some hair oils. I loved hair oils more than I love butters or creams. They were less sticky or greasy, and I love the way they melted. Rayvn applied the oil and massaged my hair till they sunk in. I looked like a whole new person.

I didn't waste another second. I pulled out the herb I had mixed yesterday. "I'm the mistress of this house now. Since you're here, I can't watch family treat themselves like this!" I grabbed Morgan's terrifying hand and slathered a glob of green paste onto it. "This is aloe and moon-grass extract. specifically for dead ski—uh, dry skin." Eros retracted his claws, his expression shifting from alert to dumbfounded. Lia peeked her head out from my arms, watching the scene with curiosity.

“Not great. My hair gets too stiff afterwards and it’s a hassle to wash it out.” I smiled at how endearing she was right now. She’d put her very thin, very white hair at risk just to learn how to do my edges, that was admirable. She was willing to have patchy front hair just so she learnt how to do my edges. “This hair gel is too strong for your type of hair. It’s too thin and you could end up with hair loss.” Her eyelids dilated at my words. “Really?” I nodded. “It’s made for people with kinky hair.” I looked in the mirror and observed my edges. “Well, it looks like you’re an expert now, so you don’t need to torture your hair any longer.”

It has an eco friendly wooden handle and has soft, black bristles that glide through Cammie’s hair more smoothly then any hair brush she’d ever used before. After brushing her hair, Cammie runs her hand over the top of her hair and can’t believe it feels so silky and soft. Maybe it’s the combination of the shampoo and conditioner from the night before and the brush this morning. After admiring the softness of her hair, Cammie looks into the bag and finds various tubes and tubs of cream and cleanser. Some for her face and body and one for her hands. There’s a small travel size bottle of body shower oil, which Cammie pops the lid open and gives it a good sniff. It has a delicate yet luxurious,

Especially the way the strands seemed elastic at the touch and extended longer whenever she combed through. Although between a few flakes of dandruff here, and a spray of split ends there, it could do with a full-on hair treatment. She picked up the aerosol can. "Another day when there's time, I'm gonna wash your hair with shampoo and conditioner. And teach you how to do it as well, how about that, Ilene?" "I'd like that," said Ilene, meekly. Everest smiled as she proceeded to rub the coconut-oil flavoured cream into her scalp. She then pulled the girl closer into her lap and let her lean in. "Tell me more about yourself while I braid your hair."

Hell, I am not entirely sure I understand the dynamics, but I know I am not, nor will I be one of the servants. I did pick up one of the lotions and unscrewed the cap to sniff. The smell was heavenly, like hot caramel mixed with bold coffee, wrapped in a fuzzy sweater. I poured a generous amount into my hand and proceeded to massage it into my skin. When that was done, I brushed out my hair and pinned it up in a messy bun. Then I applied the mascara and lip gloss that I found at the bottom of the basket. Tasha might be my new best friend.