The Skincare Bible Novels & Stories

“Quick, this is the first lesson I will teach you…” Shin started to speak and I couldn’t help but stare at him. The scent of her natural breath, every detail of her physical features I saw even more and I was even more amazed by it. He doesn’t even have pores on his face… What is her skincare? I lost sight of Shin’s face when he moved his adam’s apple… is that his adam’s apple? Glamour— I stopped to think of what things I realized I was thinking and doing. The heck? Why am I staring at Shin? Why do I think such disgusting things?

“I’m apparently not qualified for basic human maintenance.” “Let’s try this instead.” His hand disappeared into the gift bag, emerging with another beige, minimalist container that screamed expensive and unnecessary. “Nutrient-rich face cream for daily glow enhancement.” Because his face needed more glowing. “Can I just use my hands this time? That spatula and I are clearly not compatible.” “By all means. Enhance my glow through any method you prefer.” He grinned and leaned back against the couch, eyes closing, looking like some kind of male model posing for a skincare ad.

"In our memories." "Girls have these insecurities about their skin and the shape of their bodies but with memories, bad memories are replaced with good ones. The radiant smile after a beautiful makeover creates happy memories." I told them and looked at their faces. "They seem to be drawn by this," I thought as I reqd their expression. Some of them were nodding to what I have said while the others shook their heads including Cassandra and Lindsey. "You don't have to be worried about your skin color because memories got the perfect skincare product to make all those insecurities go away. With memories, every makeover, skincare will be filled with the best memories." I concluded the presentat

“This bag is suspiciously heavy, Freya! Are you sure you’re not smuggling bricks?” I giggled and called back, “That’s the bag with my skincare, thank you very much. Don’t judge what you don’t understand.” “Skincare?” he hollered from the stairs, mock horror lacing his tone. “That bag feels like you’re trying to preserve youth for five women. How many steps is your routine?” “Ten, if I’m being lazy!”

Every inch of my routine was precise, curated. Next came the serum. The kind infused with gold flecks, a favorite of European royalty. Then the moisturizer, the scent delicate but rich. I massaged it in slowly, staring at my reflection in the mirror. Dark hair, dropping down in soft waves. Eyes sharp, calculating. A face that had gotten me everything I ever wanted. A face card that never declines.

He got up with the confidence that had been trailing him since he arrived and walked to the stage. "Good morning. I'm presenting a new philosophy from us - Your Skin Is Your King. Repeat after me." "Your skin Is Your King," Everyone repeated happily. "Good. You must be tired of skincare with harsh ingredients, and frustrated by products that don't deliver on their promises. Our line, F&B Basics, solves this with three hero products that form the foundation of a healthy, lifelong skincare habit. They are tested and trusted." He paused, confidently allowing his eyes to sweep across the audience. Then, he continued. "Look at me, I am the first Ambassador of my products. I use them, my children

Ava looked at her for another moment and then nodded, once, and let it go. — Lauren's gift was a skincare set that she had clearly curated carefully, each product selected rather than simply grabbed off a shelf. "The serum goes before the moisturiser," Lauren said. "Not after. The instructions will say after. They're wrong." "How are the instructions wrong?" April asked. "I'm telling you how to use it, not the instructions. Trust me." April looked at the products arranged in the bag. "Lauren, this is too much." "It's exactly the right amount," Lauren said firmly, and hugged her while April inhaled her sweet scent.

I couldn't ruin everything over the cost of a joke. “I don't know if you know, but I own a skincare brand—” She began to tell me but I interpreted at the mention of “skincare” which was a holy grail for me after cooking and fashion. “Really? What brand?” “Puretté.” She smiled, performing a pretend hair flip and my eyes went wide in surprise. “What?!” I exclaimed, drawing the attention of our husbands a few feet away. “Tell me you're joking cause I use Puretté as my night routine, I love the serum bottles, I honestly can't believe you're the founder!”

“I really think that's a good idea.” “I'm not staying here with you or my step father, the more I see your face, the more I remember what I promised myself when he sold me out— trust, it's a little too soon to work on that promise.” “I don't care,” I interrupted her. “You are fixing this.” Selina laughed, placing her hands on her hips. “Well, I do support good skincare. If it takes staying here to heal your royal pores, then so be it. I’m with you.”

She starts writing. "Your skin is actually very good underneath—good structure, good elasticity. You’ve just been working against it with the wrong products.” She hands me a prescription and a product list that is longer than my current skincare routine by approximately eleven steps. “The Vitamin C serum is the most important,” she says. “Morning. Every morning. Don’t skip it.” “How long until...” I gesture at my face. “The spots? Four to six weeks with consistency. Your skin will thank you. It’s been waiting for this.”