Novel & Cerita Novel Cream Switches

Iris announced. George stood up and reported, "Miss Young, regarding my promises from the last time, my department's already managed to do it!" "These three cosmetics and the latest ones we managed to develop!" George took out three bottles and placed them on the table, introducing everything, "the first one is the anti-wrinkle cream. We added pennyworts inside, and it has the effect of removing scars and wrinkles." "The second one is this skincare lotion. We added milk vetch to it, which whitens the skin and adds to its suppleness!"

I frowned turning it in my hand. "Izzy," I begged, "help me." "What? How? I'm covered in fur, Kayla, I don't use shower stuff." Maddox gently took the bottle from me. "BB cream," he said reading the back of the bottle. "It will give you a smooth, glowing complexion." "Oh, yeah," I said trying to make sense of the words he just said to me. "It says here to apply to the centre of the face and slowly blend out."

– Sofiya' I agreed with her. This was bound to happen at some point. I opened the lid and took a sniff. Aloe vera, coconut oil, witch hazel, and something that smelled… green. It was probably made by a healer and if Sofiya had it, it had to be effective. Ava was out of the shower, standing by the door in a fuzzy robe. "What's that?" "A cream for sunburns. Sofiya sent it. Looks like there are more people who wish the best for you, Love." That made her smile.

I need to feel new, look new. “I think it’s an ability,” I continue softly, my fingers ghosting over another bundle. “But I didn’t have it before… not until Adrian.” Silence stretches for a moment before Neema hums, lining her cart with a few more items—Essenza Gold Repair Cream, Noir Bloom Lip Veil, and a Glass Drop Hydrating Mist. “Sounds like a mate-bond trigger,” she says casually. Just as we rounded the last aisle, heading toward checkout,fate decided to have a laugh.

It was a very expensive face cream worth thousands of dollars that was touted as a cure-all, and it was something that she cherished very deeply. "Look at this, Carol," she said, opening the lid of the bottle before scooping out a huge chunk of the solid white cream. "Remember how you used to peek at my dressing table in the past? You complained that I never bought any skincare products for you. You often told me that your face hurt from the cold and the peeling… "Here, I've brought you the best face cream on the market. This cream is exceptionally moisturizing. Once you apply it on your face, it won't hurt anymore. Let's just leave the world as prettily as we can, alright?"

"Alright. We'll start with the chest." After saying that, he reached out his large, cream-covered hands. This time, they cupped both of my breasts fully. The cream had a faint herbal scent and felt cool against my skin. The contrast between the heat of his palms and the chill of the cream stimulated the tips of my breasts. I couldn't help but look down. The white cream was spread across my chest, smeared thin by his large hands as they kneaded and rubbed the soft flesh. The sight was incredibly lewd.

The cold, damp fabric pressed against the reddened area on her leg with deliberate care as he cleaned away the previous cream, his movements slow, precise, and controlled. After ensuring the area was properly cleaned, he applied the new cream with quiet focus. His gaze lifted to hers. “Does it hurt?” he asked. “No, thanks Calvin,” Cleopatra replied with a soft, reassuring smile. “You’re welcome,” he said lightly, though a faint, almost teasing seriousness touched his voice. “But I happen to have a magical cream that can heal this within minutes.” “You’re kidding, right?” Cleopatra asked, raising a brow. “No,” he answered simply.

There was no room for anger or pain, only one goal: to finish the formulated cream to treat the ailment that was consuming nearly the entire surface of her skin. ​Once the cream was formulated, Sua poured it slowly into several small earthenware jars. She worked meticulously, making sure not a single drop was wasted. The scent was faint, like freshly picked leaves, with a slight shimmer from the Itun oil mixed with the Pakaya aloe sap. The cream was a pale greenish color, smooth as silk, and felt cool against the skin. ​One by one, the jars were sealed and covered with violet cloth. Sua sighed with relief when the work was done. She set aside one special jar, smaller than the rest and adorne

If this were a fake one, was this just stopping him from improving, or was the effect worse, like lowering his aura? Oh, Goddess, I hope it was not killing his wolf. “I shouldn’t have laughed, right?” Paris’s question brought me back to the present. “Send me a picture.” “One moment,” I replied, trying my best not to croak. With trembling hands, I took a pic of the cream inside and the cap of the container and sent it to her. It felt like forever before I heard something from the other line. “No. Nope. This is not Salvaben, not even the lowest intensity. The container and the cap are, but not the cream. It’s a gel— a regular gel. It could be petroleum jelly or a lubricant. There’s not even a

He spoke to his beta, who was sitting in the passenger seat, “Find the nearest pharmacy and get me a healing cream.” The beta looked confused at first as he turned behind to look at us with furrowed brows, but he didn’t say a word and stepped out of the car. Healing cream was created to speed up the process of healing in wolves. The formula was miraculous and the person who formulated it was a sure-shot genius. Once the beta bought the tube, the Alpha held my hand and started to apply the cream on my wrist. I winced in pain and his movements became more gentle. He was being considerate of how I felt.