Novel Shampoo Novels & Stories

Luna says, with that half-apologetic tone she uses when she knows I’m right. “Yes,” I whisper back, “but it’s his soap.” I grab the shampoo and wash my hair thoroughly. It feels as though I haven’t washed in weeks. Then I let the lather slide down my arms and use his soap to cleanse my whole body. For a moment, I glance hopefully among the bottles, searching for conditioner. I know the chances are slim that a man would have any — but a girl can hope, right? No conditioner. Typical. I sit down on the shower floor as the water continues to pour over me. The warmth surrounds me, making me drowsy. I close my eyes, and before I know it, I’m drifting into a light, hazy sleep.

“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.

The shower was encased in glass, with multiple jets and rainfall showerheads, promising an indulgent bathing experience. I opened the cupboards, finding an array of high-end shampoos, conditioners, and bath oils. Each product was a different scent, offering a variety of choices to suit any mood. There were also plush towels and bathrobes neatly arranged, adding to the room's opulent feel.

I heal, but it is still only very slowly. As soon as the water running off of me is no longer blood red, I wash my hair using the shampoo. I open the bottle and take a deep breath. I let out a low moan as the aroma was amazing. It doesn’t even bother me that it seems to be a male's shampoo. I use a small amount.

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.

“Suit yourself. I like hanging out with the company, too. To unwind, even just for a moment, with my hectic schedule. By the way, when’s your next shoot for the movie with Fourth?” “Next week,” I replied, reaching for her loose blonde hair. I even smelled it... it smelled really good. She looked at me with curiosity. “What shampoo do you use?” I actually asked. I liked the scent. “Oribe Gold.” “Ah... I should buy that for Demetri. The shampoo he uses smells terrible,” I said, just as I noticed Antonia approaching, carrying the spicy chicken barbecue I had requested. “Señorita Snow, here’s your order,” she said with a smile, gently placing the tray on the table.

Five years of showers that smelled like bleach and despair. Never again. As I reached for the shampoo—a bottle that promised “silky, goddess-like locks”—I couldn’t help but laugh. “Silky locks,” I snorted. “Let’s aim for ‘not resembling a bird’s nest,’ and then we’ll talk.” I scrubbed my scalp until it tingled, rinsed, and repeated like a woman on a mission. By the time I was done, the water had turned downright gross. I pulled the plug, watching the murky evidence of my prison life swirl down the drain.

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.