Nature's Blessing Hair Grease Novels & Stories

Millions of viewers were watching the live stream, and many became interested in the essential oils and lip balm. After all, in this day and age, people feel more at ease using pure, natural, and additive-free products. Moreover, while Lindsay was making the products, she took the time to explain their uses and benefits in detail. "Lindsay is amazing! She knows so much about olive oil and can even purify extracts and make lip balm." "She understands so many things. After hearing about the benefits, I really want to buy a few bottles of extract for hair and skin care."

I never cared about material things, but this was something that I cared about. In the corner of the shower, there were built-in shelves that were already stocked with a multitude of produces. There was a bottle that said ‘Rosewater and Honey Shampoo’ along with a matching conditioner. My hair was in desperate need of a good wash, so I set to work on it. The scent was amazing, and I knew that I found my new favorite scent combination. It made my hair tingle, making me feel that magic was involved. The tingling was like a soothing massage to my scalp, and I sighed.

His hands are still behind his head and damn it, my gaze goes straight back to his stomach. “Can you not lay like that.” I blurt out. Shit. Where did that come from? “Huh.” He looks confused but doesn’t move. Okay, it’s on me to get a grip. I distract myself by sitting at my dresser and brushing my long hair. Should I fix it in a high ponytail or straighten it? At the moment it’s a mangle of curls bordering on dreadlocks. I’m crap at brushing my hair. Forgot to mention that. Usually I grab it and stick it up in a pony or a messy bun. It usually only gets brushed when I wash it. Which is only once a week. I used to wash it daily but my hairdresser told me that it’s so bad because I’m strippin

I had probably missed breakfast, but if I hurried, I could find Bella, get a tour of the grounds and be done in time for lunch. I slipped off my nightdress and hopped into the shower, marveling at the selection of shampoo and conditioner that was available to me. I selected one with oranges in the label, hoping for the best and poured it into my hair. Letting the water do its thing with the soap, I massaged my scalp, enjoying the feel of the lather against my fingers. After a few minutes, I rinsed it off and continued to wash my body, using the washcloth made available to me. Temporarily I forgot about my plan to catch up with Bella and scrubbed luxuriously at my body, something I had not go

"Your scent might be the only thing that can calm his rage. This is the Moon Goddess's gift to the Gray Moon Pack. And it is your destiny." I wanted to push him away, but my body wouldn't obey. Just then, his mother came back, holding a small bottle. It was filled with a silvery paste that gave off a strange, cold fragrance. "Don't let it go to waste," she said, unscrewing the cap and digging out a glob of the cold cream. She ignored my struggles, smearing it forcefully on my neck and wrists. "This is Moon Lure oil. It'll amplify your scent tenfold. Don't waste that pretty face and good bloodline. We need the Alpha King to smell your 'value' immediately."

Framed by delicate lashes, her gaze holds a quiet power, inviting connection and understanding. High cheekbones, sculpted by ancestry, lend regality to her visage. The bridge of her nose, a slender arc, carries the echoes of her lineage. A full, expressive mouth, adorned with a natural gloss, reflects a symphony of emotions waiting to be shared with the world. Adorning her head is a crown of tightly coiled curls, each strand a celebration of individuality. The curls, like spring tendrils, frame her face with an unrivaled natural elegance. It's a testament to the versatility and beauty found in the embrace of her natural hair.

“You’ve got gorgeous hair, sweetheart.” Curious, I tilted my head. “What is that?” That grin of his—the one that hit me like a lightning bolt—spread across his face. He dipped his fingers into the jar and rubbed his palms together. “Almond honey and milk body butter. Good for sore muscles. I picked out a bunch of stuff for you a while back… things I thought would go well with your natural scent. Now I get to use them on you.” His eyes twinkled. “You should see all the massage oils.”

I peeled off the brown paper wrapping and opened the box. “Oh!” I gasped. I pulled out a luxurious human hair wig, the same color as my own hair. It was shoulder length and looked unbelievably natural. “Oh, thank you,” I exclaimed before hugging them both.

“Nothing he will find unacceptable.” Waters straightened, her expression softening for only a heartbeat as she met my eyes. “Keep it that way.” I swallowed hard. “Yes, miss.” “I see there’s no hair. Was the silver emollient used?” “Yes,” I said, the confidence I tried to portray failing as I remembered the day last month, when my body hair was harshly torn off me and a silver emollient, designed to damage the hair follicles so nothing grows back, was slathered on everything below my head, leaving my skin burnt and raw.

I skip through the house, to her restroom while she shakes her head at me. I sense heat as she hooks up several contraptions on the counter and retrieves a glitter box of goodies. I'm nervous at first when she thrusts the heated tools towards me, but she wraps my hair in them and forms perfect soft curls that she loosens either a finger. Despite the smell of singed hair, my hair has not been hurt. This must be how they keep their hairs so groomed and arranged. I can hardly believe the difference and I feel a bit excited to look more like her.