Novel & Cerita Novel Shampoo

Take care, what a joke. I stay in the bath till the water turns cold. I get out of it, pulling the plug the get the water out and head towards the shower to get the salt off my body and wash my hair. The shampoo smells... exotic. It’s refreshing to use some nice smelling product after all these years of having to wash my hair with a male shampoo. I always smelled like a guy afterwards. Being the only female fighter, and the best one at the same time, apparently didn’t earn me the privilege to be treated differently.

Asher rushed over to find Wendy, her head bowed, frantically cupping water to rinse her face. "What happened?" Wendy rubbed her eyes. "I wasn't paying attention. I used shampoo instead of face wash." She hadn't brought shampoo on this trip to the US. The bottles and jars Asher had seen previously were all facial toners, lotions, and body lotions. The shampoo was something she bought at the supermarket on Monday, and the bottle looked somewhat similar to her face wash bottle. Shampoo lather was particularly irritating. Once it got in her eyes, the stinging was unbearable. Seeing that Wendy had been rubbing her eyes for a while but still couldn't open them, Asher kindly handed her a towel.

I lathered up the shampoo and conditioner as the hot water poured down my back. I knew I wasn’t trapped here anymore but I still didn’t even have a key to this place, I couldn’t even walk freely between the halls without Zac with me. I sighed as I exfoliated my skin wondering if now that he knew who was behind the attacks if things would change. I rinsed the conditioner from my hair I loved the smell it was ylang ylang and jasmine.

Two basins sat under the large mirror and warm sunlight filtered in through the frosted windows bathing everything in natural light. Scrambling to the shower, Thalia was surprised to see Ms Thorton was right. There were a range of shampoos, conditioners, body washes and anything else Thalia could think on the shelves for Thalia to choose from as she washed. Within seconds of the warm water hitting Thalia's trembling body, it ran dark with dirt, grime and even dried blood. Thalia couldn't remember the last time she had been allowed to bathe much less bathe with hot water and the experience was disarming, leaving Thalia feeling like she was in some strange alternative universe. It took three g

"Listen, I'm not in the mood for your brattiness. So just spill it." She sighed and looked at him. Caden was looming over her and she once again got wafted with his smell. She wondered what he put on to get the eucalyptus smell. Or maybe that was his shampoo and conditioner. If that was it then she would have to buy. But then again it may not be good for her hair. It's heavily scented and she would always associate those with cheap companies trying to entice customers when they have really bad ingredients in their products. It could be that the shampoo would have sulfates and she only used them once a month. So maybe she would buy it for that use.

"You've got a variety of shampoos in ten different types of hair flavors already - Coconut, Avocado, Frosted Cookie, Strawberry, Cinnamon buns, Pink Frosted layer cake, Grapefruit Mango butter, Marshmallow Buttercream, Strawberry Milkshake, and the -" "Snowy Citrus swirl shampoo, yes, but I wanted to - still - want to get the Pantene Pro-V Smooth & Sleek shampoo, I hear it does wonders for the hair." I pout at him and his eyes zone in on my lips. I can see the uncertainty wavering in his eyes and I know he's going to capitulate when he closes his eyes and releases yet another sigh. A tiny one this time around.

“I only have two-in-one shampoo.” “Goddess, you’re such a guy,” I tease but make a mental note to raid my mom’s heavily stocked bathroom for her good shampoos and soaps tomorrow before the memorial. I pluck the single bottle off the shower shelf and gasp, holding it up to him. “Cole, this is three-in-one. Shampoo, conditioner, and body wash? That’s worse! Who are you?”

“Do you need anything else?” Jackson left. Left without a single glance back at him. Wren was too uncomfortable to enjoy the warm water anymore. He grabbed the first bottle. The shampoo was scented. He wrinkled his nose in preparation for too much, too chemical, too artificial… but to his surprise it was lightly fragranced with lavender. It wasn’t harsh on his nose at all. He found himself breathing in deep as he did his best to scrub his hair clean. The blindfold wouldn’t come out. Not when he rinsed the shampoo out. Not when he scrubbed and rinsed the conditioner. His hair was wound tight around the material. Wren wasn’t going to be able to get it out alone.

Steam coiling in dramatic swirls, rose petals scattered like the scene of an emotional breakdown. And the shelves. Gods, the shelves. Shampoos. Oils. Serums. Twenty-two bottles, each labeled like a dissertation in seduction. I counted them twice, because I enjoy pain. “Twenty-two? What am I supposed to do, condition my soul?” I grabbed one. Almond blossom. Another. Pomegranate silk. A third. Coconut sunrise. “This isn’t hygiene,” I muttered. “It’s witchcraft.” Still, I climbed in. The water was perfect. Too perfect. Heat wrapped around me like a sin I’d pay for later.