The Skincare Bible Novels & Stories

Muffled, I answered, " it leans more to the dry side, I would say." As if she owned the place and been here countless times, she strode towards me then leaning ahead she stretched up her body and plucked what I assumed was a skin care product from the high far shelf. "This is a balm cleanser for face. Massage your face with it for a wee bit to get rid of the make up, dirt and tears. I promise it won't over strip your face, or leave it in anyway dry ---" Leaning to get more products, she continued, " Then use this water based face wash to clean and wash off everything, then apply this really amazing moisturizer that is rich with hydration but wont leave your face greasy at all, plus it's rich

In fact, many branded skincare products were labeled for external use only and should not be ingested. Chris could potentially ingest complex chemicals if he kissed her face. Although Paige had her back facing Chris while she lathered on skincare products, she could feel his eyes on her. His gaze could burn a hole through her. Chris could not hold his tongue anymore and said in a husky voice, “Cut down on the skincare products.” Paige was baffled. “Many skincare products contain excessive lead,” Chris said. Taken aback, Paige turned around and looked at Chris. Was Chris concerned about her?

It wasn't flashy, but it felt special, like something someone truly thought about. Underneath those, a sleek pair of noise-canceling headphones, the kind I'd been eyeing online for ages but couldn't justify spending money on. They were a deep charcoal grey, looking incredibly comfortable. And finally, a small, beautifully packaged set of high-end skincare products. A rich moisturizer, a gentle cleanser, and a brightening serum. My skin was always dry, and these looked like heaven. There was a sneaker too, limited edition.

Fredrick frowned—somehow growing anxious and uncertain—and went back to the hotel where his assistant was waiting for him. The assistant reported, “President, I’ve queued all morning to buy a package of Poulenc. I’ve left it at your laboratory.” Fredrick nodded and said, “Thanks.” He went to his laboratory and saw the delicately packaged skincare box on his desk. He frowned. The package consisted of gold and white colors; it looked high-end and luxurious. It did look quite presentable. However… The most important element of a skincare product was its effect. With that, he went toward the table and opened the Poulenc package to run some tests with his devices.

I took a deep breath before speaking. “Hello everyone,” My voice was barely a whisper when I finally spoke but I ignored it and started. “We all know the reason we are here. I am happy to introduce our new products to you all. Statistically, females who use beauty products are more compared to males.” I was feeling relieved now. “Now, let's take a look at the screen. We will talk about the King's glow first.” I said, directing their eyes to the screen of the projector. “The King's glow is a skincare cream designed to give the user a radiant and useful complexion.” I noticed they were all staring at me weirdly but I thought it was because of how detailed I was until Derrik banged the table.

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." Adelaide nodded, impressed by Elma's knowledge of skincare products. She had always been a bit of a novice when it came to taking care of her skin, and she was grateful for Elma's expertise.

Instead, she found a tube of expensive healing cream and a note written in elegant handwriting: "For your beautiful face. This will help it heal without scars. You deserve to be treated gently. - A friend" Beverly stared at the note in confusion. A friend? Who in this house would dare to help her after what had happened? The staff were too terrified of Diro to risk their jobs. Irene certainly hadn't sent it. And Diro... Beverly applied the cream to her damaged skin, nearly weeping with relief as the cooling formula soothed the burning sensation. Whoever had sent it knew about expensive skincare—this wasn't drugstore medicine. This was the kind of treatment wealthy women paid hundreds of doll