Nature's Blessing Hair Grease Novels & Stories

he states with determination… It is a while later and I took a shower. I comb my wet hair and braid it. I brush my teeth and apply my moisturiser, mixed with some Vit-E and rosehip oil. The scent of it always reminding me of my Mama. I make my way to the fluffy bed. Oh goddess… this is heavenly. I smell the pillows, enveloped in this amazing scent! Calmness washes over me, I feel happy, content, and safe.

To hear that he doesn't see me as crazy—even after wandering through the forest in the middle of the night before startling and running from him, my own mate—is the sweetest assurance I have felt for a long time. After a few minutes of standing together in silence, watching the clouds on the horizon become gilded with golden sunlight, I tug on my hair elastic and pull it out, raking a hand through my hair to loosen the strands. When it falls over my shoulder, the breeze lifts the scent of coconut. Last night, I'd used Malachi's shampoo, and it has now become my favourite hair product. My lips lift into a lazy smile, as the scent reminds me of visiting the Alphas' family during the holidays a

That would complicate everything too much. Ransom and I make it to the pack house just as the chef is starting the sauce. His bags are still by the door so I help him take everything upstairs and drop it off in his living room. He tells me he is going to unpack and grab a shower before dinner. Hot water sounds so nice, I decide to take a bath myself. I’ve made bath oils from herbs I have grown, some of them help with visions, some help relax. I choose a lemon oil, for lightness, purification, and protection. While the tub fills, I gather a wrap for my curls, my silky kimono robe, and my slippers. I pop in my headphones and put on some music, Billy Joel, Vienna.

“This is for your guardian.” It was full of a bright green distillate. She chuckled when I sniffed the cap. “It smells of herbs.” “Yes. Our healers make it. It helps to keep our fur healthy and improve our circulation.” Her wink threw me off. “Learn to bathe a wolf and you’ll have the whole clan at your feet. You’ll find brushes and sponges in the trunk with your clothes. You’ll figure out how to use them.” “You brought me more clothes?” I asked, surprised.

I grab my underwear and begin to get dressed. Once dressed, I sit at the vanity and take out my hair products and start to tame the lion’s mane. My mom’s hair had a natural wave to it. In long, thick, black, luscious tresses. She was stunning, like a goddess. With her golden flawless skin and piercing blue eyes.

Soon, Greta returned with a tube of ointment. This ointment, to Natalie's surprise, was identical to the one she had mysteriously received the last time she was burned. "This ointment was specially ordered by Mr. Chase from abroad. It's not commonly found here. It's quite effective, you should apply some." Greta's unintentional words stirred ripples in Natalie's recently calmed heart. "This ointment… Was it Henry who bought it?" she asked. "Yes, I heard it's a special medication. It's not something we can usually purchase." Greta nodded, adding to her explanation."

said a nymph with red algae like hair breaking the silence stretching over them . " I do?" Chelsea blinked at the sudden praise , here she was telling them , the news of their upcoming doom and all that the nymphs wanted to say was praise for her hair? And Chelsea have never liked her hair it was much too bright and bold to her liking - and not to forget she was the only one in the Empire with fuchsia hair . " Yes " nodded the red hair water nymph " Its the sign of blessing of Etah , such bright colours are the favourite of Etah "

I heard the grumpy man say, why can't he leave me alone, I can't dress in peace, I ignored him, and continued dressing up, my hair is a mess. Where do I get a hair brush? Ahh there it is, a perfect hair brush ,just like the one I had at home, but this one looks more sophisticated, than the one I have, 'you can keep it darlin' my inner goddess said as sly thought ran through my mind. Looking at the mirror before me, there were lots of hair product lines up, for a man he sure uses quite some expensive hair product, no wonder his hair is so silky and shiny.

Helen had produced a bowl of thick, greyish-white paste that smelled slightly of sulfur. "What is that?" I had asked, eyeing the bowl with deep suspicion. "It is a concoction to remove the hair from your limbs and body," Helen replied calmly, rolling up her sleeves. "Every inch must be as smooth as polished marble." "Every inch?" I yelped, backing away. "I’m not being prepped for surgery, Helen! I don't see why I should be as hairless as a plucked chicken. It’s weird." "It is to make you smooth and pleasing to the touch of the Lord," she noted, taking a step toward me.

"Oh, no...it's wonderful. Congratulations. I...I was just remembering when we were in the hall...he must have been looking at you, not me." "Oh...well, perhaps." She brightened. "Yes, indeed he must have! Or at least I was so very charming once he met me, he couldn't help himself." They smiled at one another a moment when Penelope seemed to remember something. "Oh, I almost forgot. I brought you a present as well. You obviously can't be trusted to remember such things so I took it upon myself." Penelope shifted her tunic to reveal a purse hanging by her hip then retrieved from it what looked like a small ointment pot. "It's popular enough, and won't be hard to replace. It's a cream made from