The Skincare Bible Novels & Stories

I brushed my hair slowly, methodically, feeling each stroke as a soothing ritual. With my hair dry, I turned to my skincare routine. The familiar steps were a comforting ritual, each one a small act of self-care. I started with a gentle cleanser, massaging it into my skin and washing away the remnants of the day. Next came the toner, its cool touch refreshing and invigorating. I followed with a serum, its light texture sinking quickly into my skin, and then a rich moisturizer, sealing in the hydration and leaving my skin soft and supple.

She said this while admiring her ring. “No shit. You look like a model. Legitimately, I thought you bathed in milk or something. What kinda skin is that?” I genuinely wondered. “Well, actually… there’s this skincare that I do. I’ll send you this special serum, if you like? It’s korean, you know them baby skin out there.” “That’s your secret? I mean, no wonder! You look fantastic, girl. And you also do pro bono? That’s kinda insane, you’re pretty, smart and kind!”

Kent was going to mock Alex more, but was interrupted by Sheila. “Don’t you have to be at your clinic, Kent?” “I’ve seen all my patients today. The clinic isn’t busy now, so it’s fine even if I step away for a while. Mary is there to look after the clinic.” Kent handed the bag to Sheila and said, “I bought you a set of skincare products, Sheila. I heard this brand is great and popular among women.” Sheila glanced at the bag. It was indeed skincare products from an expensive brand. A small bottle could cost hundreds to thousands of dollars.

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.

"I'd like to discuss a business collaboration." "Which pharmaceutical company are you with?" Molly asked, though she clearly knew the answer. I remained quietly on the sidelines. "Our company specializes in skincare products." "Sorry, that's not my field." "Biotechnology and skincare are connected. Your research skills are evident in the moisturizing and anti-aging effects of your formulations." "My formulations are on the market?" "Yes, they're..." Emily almost mentioned the face cream that had sold five million units under Natural Beauty's brand. Natural Beauty had claimed Leonard Haber created it, but Emily caught herself just in time.

"You're recovering well, but there are still some minor scars. I brought you a bottle of beauty cream. It will help your face recover." Madison and Savannah almost killed Skye, but she was fortunate to have met Larissa. Larissa not only avenged her but also cured her face. Skye accepted the beauty cream. Her eyes lit up as she exclaimed in surprise, "Is this the globally best-selling beauty cream by Starlight Group? I've been trying to buy it for a long time, but it always sold out within seconds on the website!" The beauty cream that Larissa had developed not only could cover facial flaws, but it also posed long-term skincare benefits. It was one of the best-selling skincare products global

CHAPTER 12 Never Have I Ever Aiden “Moisturizer, serum, cleanser, sunscreen, facemask, exfoliating scrub…” all of this on just one person’s face? I stare in shock at the products listed in the article. On my outing with Elian tonight I decided to put in some effort into how I looked. The first thing that came to mind was skincare but…goddamn it's a lot. Especially since my outing is only two hours away. I decide to leave the skin care stuff for now. I don’t necessarily have bad skin but it could certainly be better.

Diana I was halfway through my skincare routine, a ritual I’d adopted from Lila’s impossibly high standards. My naturally clear skin had never needed more than a splash of water and maybe some Vaseline on a bad day. But here I was, layering on vitamin C serums, retinol, and ridiculously overpriced products that smelled like spa treatments. It was wasteful, excessive, and insulting to the simplicity of my old life. I had nothing against skincare itself, but knowing that beneath Lila's glowing skin was a conniving, two-faced bitch made me hate every step of the process.

There were rows and rows of colorful makeup, skincare products, and fragrances, and Adelaide's eyes widened as she took it all in. Elma, on the other hand, seemed to know exactly where she was going. She led Adelaide to a section of the store that was dedicated to high-end skincare products, and began examining the various creams and serums on display. "Okay, so I want to get you something that will really make your skin glow," Elma said, picking up a jar of expensive-looking moisturizer. "This one is amazing. It's got all sorts of antioxidants and vitamins that will really help to nourish your skin."

“When I was your age, I didn’t use any skincare products at all. That’s because I read online that one only needed to start using skincare products at the age of twenty-five. As a result, my skin is really terrible now…” “Me too, me too. Miss Batton, you really are intelligent… You’ve started taking care of your skin at an early age. People like us were really harmed by those bullsh*t on the internet.” Two female influencers spoke one after another as if they were in a two-person act.