Novel Shampoo Novels & Stories

My curiosity was growing, not waning, and my need for Julian – the filthy man upstairs – was hyping up on overdrive… hence why once again I didn’t lock the bathroom door behind me, just in case. I couldn’t hold back a grin when I pulled back the shower curtain, because woah, oh my God. There was no way Julian needed the bottles of coconut shampoo and conditioner that had appeared on the shelf, and he didn’t need the three-minute hair mask. Somehow, I also struggled to imagine him using bubble gum-scented body wash, but there they all were – lined up on the rack that had previously been empty. I stripped off my PJs, and stepped under the flow, examining the bottles one by one as I used them.

Her skin felt like it was covered in a layer of filth that had accumulated over her captivity. It had been so long since she'd had a warm bath. So long since she'd felt anything resembling comfort. She played with the water, running her hands through it, feeling it warm her from the inside out. She grabbed the shampoo and began washing her long dark hair, watching as dirt and grime fell away, swirling down the drain. The shampoo smelled expensive, like lavender and something she couldn't identify.

“I'm also very impressed with your hair, Adelia. What shampoo do you use? Your hair looks so healthy and shiny!” Adelia smiled again, feeling rewarded by Melinda's attention to small details. “Oh, thank you, Melinda! I use an organic shampoo that contains natural ingredients. It really makes my hair healthier and shinier.” Melinda tried to hide her disappointment behind a friendly smile. “That sounds wonderful, Adelia! I'll try to find an organic shampoo with natural ingredients too. Thanks for the recommendation!” “The brand and where to buy it. I'm going to the market this week and take my leave.”

Its comforting embrace was inviting, but I couldn't shake the nagging feeling that I was an intruder in this grand bathroom. With a hesitant hand, I reached for the shampoo bottle, and as I began to wash my hair, the fragrant lather filled the air. I closed my eyes for a moment, and the scent of the shampoo brought me right back to the night I'd spent with Vincenzo. This shampoo carried the exact scent of his hair, and the memory of that night with him was impossible to ignore. I let the water fall over me. Each droplet felt like a heavy rain. The water concealed the tears that trickled down my cheeks. It mingled with the tears, both real and symbolic, before being washed down the drain.

She was as innocent as a new born cub. “Shampoo?” I asked, my hand reaching for the bottle of shampoo on the shelf. As if startled, she looked up into my eyes and then nodded, her gaze skirting back to the sides. “Do you always shower with your clothes on?” I turned down the knob of hot water as I took a small amount of shampoo in my hands and rubbed them together. Her head jerked back and forth in denial as she answered my question. “Then why are you wearing these now?” I asked as I slipped a finger inside her bra strap to make a point before I placed my hands filled with shampoo on her head and massaged through her hair with my fingers.

It felt like a warm embrace, washing away the grime and some of the sorrow. I reached for the bottle of shower gel on a built-in shelf. The label read “Wash and Co,” a brand I recognized but never had the luxury to use. I poured a small amount into my hand, noting the rich, creamy texture, and began to lather it over my skin. The scent of lavender and peaches filled the air, enveloping me in a fragrant embrace.

Her brows furrowed. That wasn’t his usual scent. There was something familiar clinging to him. Amelia turned around. She sniffed the air again. Her eyes narrowed. She took a cautious step toward him. Aiden watched her with confusion. “What’s wrong?” Amelia moved closer. Another breath. Her eyes widened. She knew that smell. It was unmistakable. Her shampoo. She stared at him in disbelief. “Did you fucking use my shampoo to bathe?” Aiden blinked. “I… used the soap I saw there.”

I replied all excited. “See you in an hour, babes!” Helen and Jane squeal in unison. Since I was still hungry, I kept some spaghetti to boil on the stove after which I hopped in for a long soothing shower to clear my foggy head filled with dirty thoughts of Mr. Holt. I lather my hair with coconut and yuzu shampoo from The Body Shop’s range of hair and bodycare. Their shower cream works magic to rub off all the stress of the day. After rinsing, I scrunch my hair to form tiny ringlets as well as trap moisture in my curly hair and wrap myself in a fluffy bathrobe.

Once every two or three weeks we'd get a new bar. I look at the bottles on the shelf until I find the one that says shampoo. I pour some in my hand and put the bottle back and start massaging it into my scalp and hair. I look down as I'm rinsing and notice how dark the water is. Guess I haven't been scrubbing well enough In the river. No wonder she asked if I wanted to shower. I probably didn't smell the best. After rinsing all the shampoo out I get some body wash and start scrubbing. This stuff smells so good.

I face palm myself because of the embarrassment consuming my being, as my thoughts travel to when he was stroking my hair lovingly. I run my hands through my hair, trying to shake off my shame, as I head to the bathroom to shower. I adjust the water to the right temperature. I get in, and let the hot water cascade down my skin. I watch as the dried blood go down the drain. I see a bottle of cherry blossom shampoo sitting in the corner of the shower and apply it to my hair, massaging it into my scalp. I then grab the body wash that smells like vanilla and coconut.