Voodoo Hair Growth Oil Novels & Stories

I smiled at her,"It's my hair from birth." She mouthed a "woooooowww", before showing us different hair products. I could see Mega Growth, Sunny Isle,Cantu,Shea moisture and the rest. I wasn't the one to try only one set of products,I mixed different brands together,I ended up reluctantly picking Aussie 3 minute miracle deep conditioner,hair mayonnaise,tea tree oil,Cantu shampoo and conditioner, Jace ended up spending 12,900 naira for hair products,it was cheap compared to my mum who just goes to a hair salon and buys me an entire brand and sometimes they don't work for me,that's why I prefer buying the products myself.

Or maybe she finally had the money to invest in those luxurious hair treatments she deserved. I’ve dreamed of burying my face in those luscious curls, breathing in her essence. That’s why I stole her silk hair cap—the one she wears at night to preserve those perfect waves. Now, it’s pressed against my face as I pleasure myself, her scent intoxicating me. Rosemary… jojoba oil… whatever shampoo she uses, it’s divine.

Ivana: “...So, do you still want to hear about the village or not?” “Of course I do!” Ivana sighed. She spoke slowly, as if each word brought back painful memories. “I remember, in our village, every household had a potion pool. My family’s pool was different, though. It was used to make me into what I am.” “What do you mean?” “The process of creating a Voodoo Lwa is brutal. It involves altering a person’s body by constantly feeding them various herbs and poisons, making them immune to toxins. The most common ones included scorpions, centipedes, and snakes…”

I dug around in the bag and took out a container. "I sent someone out for some hair stuff for you. So you can renew your dreadlocks,” I said. She looked back with excitement and approached. "Wow, that's great. Back home, we used something from honeydew and a sticky substance from a Pome tree. It always renewed my growth..." "Can I do it?" I asked. She looked up, her eyes gleamed in the dim winter afternoon. The joy in her eyes infected me. "You're happy hey." Roman punched my shoulder.

Vicky gave me sly smiles every time she busted me staring at my sisters impressive bust or perky butt. "Hey Jason, can you help?" Vicky called out. I looked to her—blushing a little since I was staring at Tori's tits again as she knelt on her towel—to see Vicky waving a bottle of coconut oil. Fuck yeah. "Sure, I guess," I said, trying to sound as casual about rubbing oil on a near naked goddess as possible.

Now for the final part of my routine. I emerged from the water again, long red hair falling in fiery trails down my chest and rippling across the surface. Hair was a vampiress's pride and joy and I was sure to give mine the attention it needed when I had the chance. The bath potions may all be out but hair potions? Those I made by the dozen. I grabbed a different pink coloured bottle with a swirl in its neck, uncorking it like I had with the lavender liquid. I poured it generously onto my hair, making sure to rub it deep into my locks, right down to the scalp. Oh yes. I could already feel the smell of earth and dirt finally coming out. Just as I was about to wash the mixture out, a knock at

I enjoyed it too much when he held me in his thick muscular arms. I pulled away from his neck so that I could look into his eyes, "welcome home, Oden," I said in a whisper as I beamed up at him. His hands gently moved away my wild curls but it was futile doing so because all they did was bounce back. He loved my hair and loved how wild and unruly it was. He would spend hours treating my hair the right way. I would sit between his legs and let him rub all kinds of natural hair products that would keep my hair healthy and rich. It's because of him that my hair has such amazing volume and healthy roots.

I felt that warm kind of pride that starts behind your ribs and spreads until you have trouble breathing normally. With everything finished, I knew I needed to restock immediately. So the next morning, I strapped Sylvette to my chest, after Oliver left for school, and headed to the store to buy raw materials for another, much larger batch. I moved through the aisles with a cart fuller than usual, picking up shea butter, base oils, extracts, emulsifiers, more than double what I used to buy. Growth smells a little like lavender and possibility. While choosing essential oils, a voice drifted from the distance. Deep. Warm. Familiar in the way a memory tugs on your spine before your mind catches

That would complicate everything too much. Ransom and I make it to the pack house just as the chef is starting the sauce. His bags are still by the door so I help him take everything upstairs and drop it off in his living room. He tells me he is going to unpack and grab a shower before dinner. Hot water sounds so nice, I decide to take a bath myself. I’ve made bath oils from herbs I have grown, some of them help with visions, some help relax. I choose a lemon oil, for lightness, purification, and protection. While the tub fills, I gather a wrap for my curls, my silky kimono robe, and my slippers. I pop in my headphones and put on some music, Billy Joel, Vienna.

I whispered. Valentino didn’t leave. He stood there, eyes half-lidded, watching like he’d seen this before. Like he wanted to see it again. “You’re just gonna stand there?” I asked hoarsely. “I brought the oil,” he said, holding up a bottle of amber-colored liquid. “Malva’s mix. For healing.” “Is that what we’re calling it now?” I muttered. Vittorio didn’t say a word. Just poured a little into his hand, warmed it, and pressed it to my stomach.