The Skincare Bible Novels & Stories

A small smile escaped my lips as my brand's name appeared on the screen. The story behind my skincare brand was something that resonated deeply with my life. Creighton had left dirty scars in my life, and it made me wonder just how many women out there were broken like me. I wondered if it was possible to erase those scars, and maybe help the thousands of women who felt that being divorced stole their glow. This was what led to my skincare brand. It was not just skincare, it was cleansing to me. It was restoration, and I'd never been more glad that I chose this path more than I was today.

"I will also give you mine." I groan. "I can't use your soap or cream Kayden. What if they are harsh on my skin?" "Wait, you use SkinCeuticals right?" He runs his fingers through his hair. "I think my cousin Jennie left her kit containing some of her SkinCeuticals soap and cream in the guest room the last time she came." My mouth gapes open, his knowledge of the type of skincare brand I use throwing me completely off guard. "Just how much do you know about me Kayden Jacobs?"

On the other hand, Pamela's own healing cream only fabricated a small part of its effectiveness, which was to remove scars and beautify the skin. In reality, Pamela didn't know that the cream she was given was called the Miracle Skin Cream. Not to mention, the imitation effects of her product was only 20% the effectiveness of the original cream too. But even so, it would easily surpass most of the products on the market. For women who prioritized their looks, the function to remove scars and blemishes and whitening the skin were essential in skincare. Products like these occupied a huge chunk of the market. So, Pamela named her product "The Healing Cream".

A few more containers of moisturizers were still in the already opened box. Okay, Nadia, you can do this. I just had to tell them literally anything. Anything that would sell the damn products. I had got this. As I was about to leave, my eyes caught a piece of paper... Scratch that, a booklet actually. Realizing what the little book was, I walked back to where I initially stood, holding the tiny container of foundation and blush in my hand. Opening the booklet, I began to speak. "Deluca cosmetic luxury soft creme foundation is the fifteenth edition of our prestigious company's line of foundations," I read through but stopped to catch my breath.

She insisted. It all felt awkward to me because I've never experienced this, my whole life. I slowly dropped the bathrobe I had and stepped into the warm water filled with rose petals. She scrubbed my hair gently with sweet - smelling shampoo and other expensive oils which followed by a soft massage. I felt my tense muscles relaxing and it sure felt good. When the bathing session was over, she led me to the vanity dresser which was full of several kind of skin care products. “Why so many products just for the skin?”

“The first question is how were you able to keep the bouncing pace at a stretch. I mean, with every bounce you did on that dick, your pussy fully swallowed the dick and you were also following the same beat.” I blushed hard and I laughed out too, trying to curate the right words. “I mean…” “And girl, did I forget to mention how shiny and how moisturised your ass skin was? The ripple effect from the bounces were phenomenal too.” Sharon said and made a clock it sign with her fingers. “Okay so for my soft and bouncy skin, I use olive oil because it gives my skin this thready effect that I love it so much and It also makes my skin glow.”

“Seriously, I haven’t felt like this in a really long time.” Bren pulled back, confused, “Like what?” Ava swallowed, “Beautiful.” Sadness clouded Bren’s expression only briefly before she suddenly brightened. “That’s nothing a good spa night can’t fix!” She gestured to the beauty supplies littering the counters, “If you think I spend a lot of money on this stuff, don’t even get me started on my serums.” Ava pulled a shocked face, “Goddess, there’s more?” Bren scoffed, “Hell yeah, dude! Skincare is in my blood. The next time my grandmother sends me a care package from Seoul, hand to the goddess, it’ll change your life.”

He isn’t sitting with her coz he wants to but he wants to ask about her best friend. Nick stared at Flora weirdly .”You are not answering me “He said “Uh !, What did u say ?” “I asked what the title of the novel you are reading.it kinda caught my attention. Sorry .., but am a fan of novels “He smiled. “Oh ....” Flora was taken aback. “Erm...It ...The title is Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte ...Here, You can have it “She said giving it to him. He collected it and observed it.

It has a cleanser, a serum, a toner, cotton swabs, a face cream, and sunscreen. “Let my solo self-care date sponsored by Caleb Wellington begin,” she says as she goes back to the door to put in her headband and band to get her skincare done. Melanie completes her skincare swiftly before getting into the bubble bath, and the bath is not just aesthetically pleasing, it is also so calming that Melanie makes a mental note in her head to ask Caleb for his recipe for setting up something so nice and Calming. Melanie needs something to do, so that she won't end up rushing out of such a beautiful wonderland, and on top of the iPad is a sticky note that reads.

“This feels unreal. A few years ago, I was a girl who hid behind layers of makeup because I didn’t believe I was beautiful. And a few months ago, I was a woman drowning in self-doubt because someone who was supposed to love me told me I’d never be enough. Today, I stand here to tell every woman—your glow isn’t something you buy. It’s something you nurture. And you are more than enough.” The applause that followed was thunderous. She smiled through the emotion pressing at her throat. “Marie’s Skin was born from pain, healing, and rediscovery. Every formula is made with gentle, natural ingredients—because beauty shouldn’t hurt. It should heal. It should love.” Her eyes found Gerald’s in the cr