Novel Keys Cream Novels & Stories

“You did help me. The compensation sum of three billion dollars has helped me a lot. Besides, if you really feel sorry, I have another kind of cream here. Are you interested in buying it?” What? There was another cream? Everyone looked at him, especially Dominic. He had a feeling that he might have been tricked by Thomas again. Georgia asked curiously, “Have you developed a new cream?” Thomas replied, “It’s not really a new one. It’s just an improved version based on the original cream. Although the original cream can suck out dirt on the face, it will make the skin dry and easily crack. So, I added a few more hydrating ingredients so that not only could it suck out dirt, but also comes with

She hadn’t given Eden anything in return, yet Eden had already gifted her something so precious. Eden thought for a moment and said, "Not that expensive. It’s just ten dollars." "Ten dollars?" Sinead gasped. "That’s incredibly cheap! Do you have more?" Eden raised an eyebrow, suspicious. "This cream is so effective and affordable. We should market it. Give me more, and I’ll sell it for $10,000 a bottle," Sinead said, contemplating whether $10,000 was still too low. In Rielton, wealthy women would likely pay even $100,000 a bottle once they realized the cream could make them look younger.

"That's already unusual." Mateo, perched beside the counter with a sleeve of crackers in hand, looked up with mock suspicion. "That means… what? It's boring?" I allowed myself a small smile. "No. It means she isn't trying to hide anything. Commercial creams use fragrance to veil ingredients that shouldn't irritate—but often do." "So boring is good now?" Mateo said, crunching loudly. "Good to know." "Not boring," I corrected. "Honest." I rubbed a small amount between my fingers. The texture was telling. It lacked the high-slip finish of silicones, the inert dullness of paraffin. Something whole was here—plant-based, unprocessed.

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*I'm going to the pharmacy and get you more supplies* Key got up when Kojiro wanted to get up *stay seated, I know where the door is, I'll be right back* she smiled at him and was already gone Keyla didn't want to give it, but the hug didn't leave her completely cold, she just tried to cover it up as best as possible. She had also noticed Kojiro's looks, but didn't go into it any further. Half an hour later she was at the door again. *well, you were quick* Kojiro wondered *I just didn't want to make you wait unnecessarily, please sit down again* Key unpacked the meds, including an ointment and applied it to his foot, which seemed to help faster as she thought, because Kojiro looked at his fo

“Are you sure? I don't want you to regret it.” “What is the alternative Gertrude? What are my options?” She sighed and I watched her walk towards her room. She emerged a few moments later with a cream, different from the one she gave me the last time. “This one is undetectable and will help you relax so you don't start crying during the act. It's also going to help you get pregnant. Don't worry, once the baby comes, you will be happier.” I nodded and went back upstairs with the small cream.

“Oh, what are you saying, old folks? You’re very young and beautiful, Mrs. Smith. Sometimes, I have to put in extra effort when dressing up because I don’t want you to outshine me.” Mrs. Smith waved her off playfully. “Oh, really? Well, I’ve been using this new cream lately.” My mother’s eyes lit up. “Really? What kind of cream?” Mrs. Smith leaned in slightly, as if sharing a secret. “Don’t tell anyone, okay? The cream isn’t widely available yet, so all the rich ladies are scrambling to get their hands on it.” My mother eagerly nodded. “Of course, I won’t tell.” Mrs. Smith smiled. “It’s called Rosa Cream.”

the woman asked, and I whipped around, fingers tapping the counter. “Espresso. No milk, two—” “Can I get a large hot mocha, extra chocolate, light whipped-cream topping, and a sprinkle of cinnamon?” a low, smooth baritone came from behind me. I blinked. The hell? “I’ll tip you. Fifty or a hundred, depends on how fast I get it,” he added. I turned around. The small queue behind me shifted and murmured. It was the man who’d just come in. Chestnut-brown hair in slightly tousled waves, steel-gray eyes sharp enough to hold a stare—mine included—high cheekbones, full lips. Good looks clearly had nothing to do with manners.

Kim went straight to the point and said, "Do you know the secret recipe of Cloud family skin ointment?" "The white cream paste?" "Yes! It's for the face." "What happened to your face?" "Don't talk nonsense, do you know?" "I've heard the master mention it." Kai touched his chin, "But that's a hundred-year-old prescription, and now there's only a remnant of it. But Master does seem to have a lot of this ointment. If you want, I sell it to you!" Kai's cheap tone is like a peddler selling second-hand discs at the bridge.

Staring at the keys in my palm, I let out a deep sigh. Wait... What were these two keys for? As I counted the keys, I noticed that there were two new ones. And they stood out since they were made of crystals. I had never seen those keys before. Did Luka have another private place that I was not aware of?