Novel Shampoo Novels & Stories

Each had different things. She handed me a basket and took one herself. We began to walk. One of the booths had soaps. It was something I was familiar with. My pack would make soaps from the whale oil. I began to smell them. All of them smelled pleasant enough. I looked and saw one that said shampoo bar. I mind-linked Helen. "Shampoo, what is that?" "It is to wash your hair." I grabbed one and sniffed. There was no smell; it was perfect. I also found no scented soap, which made me happy. By the time we had finished, we had full baskets. After we checked out, Helen looked at me so I could read her lips.

I walk up the stairs, planning to take a shower. Shampooing my hair with my favourite herbal shampoo then I wash it out. The smell of fruits soon starts to appear—it happens all the time after I've washed out my hair—it contains in the shampoo. Soak myself in a vanilla body shampoo and I rinse afterwards. After I'm done, I quickly walk into the walk—in closet, changing into a pair of dark blue skinny jeans and a black tank top. I finish off with a floral kimono cardigan.

The rings excluded. “Did you need something? I’m trying to…” I trailed off pointing a finger at my open book in front of me. “What products do you use to make your hair so shiny? I love it” I looked at her with narrowed eyes, what was her angle? Because the had to be one, there was no way Heather Montgomery was talking to me and just paid me a compliment. I was the enemy remember? She had to be after something. I cleared my throat. “It’s an organic shampoo and conditioner”