The Skincare Bible Novels & Stories

I smiled and nodded when people greeted me, but my stomach stayed tight. I stood near the side table with a woman named Grace, one of the investors’ wives. We were laughing about skin care. “That lotion you mentioned last time really worked,” she said, touching her cheek. “My skin feels so smooth now. What cream do you use for the glow? I need the same one for these late nights.” I chuckled, trying to sound relaxed. “It’s a special brand from Paris. Not too heavy, but it locks in moisture. I mix it with a drop of oil at night. You should try it. My followers keep asking for the link.”

This was the only way to see and spend time with him without him knowing that I am his real mother. I took my wallet and put it in the pocket of my ruggy pants. It's a hassle to bring a handbag and wearing high heels. I want to feel a normal life since I'll go to public places. Anyways, wearing a black cap made them think I'm not Greta Stone, the wife of a businessman millionaire Gale Stone. Besides, weré is not officially married in the eyes of God. It's only a revenge contract for his brother and Eloisa. We're only using each other to avenge the people who hurt us. We had the same advocacy about what we are fighting for. I put a little red lipstick as the final touch on my make-up. I press

“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!”

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.”

Not a single blemish mars its perfection, leaving me in awe of her impeccable complexion. Humans out there spend a fortune to get their skin this beautiful and I often get asked what my skincare routine is, which I’ll just shrug and say it’s a secret. At first, I used to say I don’t have one and no one would believe me so I started lying that I can’t tell them about my special brand till it’s available for purchase. Lies.

"What is this?" I croaked, my voice ruined from all the screaming earlier. "Apply it to your face, your neck, and your hands every night before you go to bed," Silas said, his voice returning to its normal casual tone as he stood with his arms crossed. "It is an alchemical salve from the capital. Within three weeks, it will dissolve the calluses on your fingers, fade the raw scars on your cheeks, and restore the vital radiance to your skin. It will make you glow."