Voodoo Hair Growth Oil Novels & Stories

Heidi nods before going to the full-length mirror near the wardrobe. Zavere stands behind her and massages her hair with the towel, after which he uses a hairdryer. When completely dry, he gets hair oil from the bathroom and spreads it on his palm. He then portions Heidi’s strands and gently presses the tip of his fingers onto her scalp; moving in a gradual, circular motion around her hairline to the center, and other parts of the hair while adding pressure to the points near her ears. Heidi closes her eyes as she surrenders to the waves of tingling sensation that courses through her. And doesn’t know when she begins to incline against Zavere’s solid frame.

It was her 6th month now and she would pop any day, the last thing she could do was go off on her own. Her hair now fell to the top of her breasts, it always grew quickly. Any haircut to clean up the edges was stored in a pouch and put in the drawer next to her nest, the omega knew how useful it could be as she read more and more into it. She carried around a small pouch underneath her robes at all times as a protection method. After Logan’s trip months ago, the three of them had experimented with her hair strands and discovered that the ashes were more useful than the actual silky strands.

My hands worked furiously, rinsing, praying, begging the torment to stop. Finally, the fire subsided to a dull ache. My cock hung limp, humiliated, dripping with cold water. I sagged against the sink, panting, sweat slick on my forehead. Only then did my eyes flick back to the bottle. Philip B Peppermint Avocado Scalp Revitalizer. I let out a humorless laugh. A hair product for scalps, not cocks. I gritted my teeth, rage curdling in my chest. Fucking Lily. Why did she keep shit like this lying around? Why did she torment me even without trying?

I patted the space around me and watch with a small smile when they all huddled around me almost immediately. "You all are so pretty and resembles each other so much." I started to say whatever came to mind as I moved the small comb through the curls on my wig. I paused to press some of the oil into my palm to rub into the wig but Ashley beat me to it as the oil was already in her hands. She pressed the oil into my opened palm, the way too much oil spilled through the spaces between my fingers as I quickly poured the oil over the wig and rubbed my oil soaked hand on Ashley's hair.

Dark, painful purple marks spanned the entire length of my ribs and the outer curve of my thigh, a stark reminder of how far my body still had to go before I could control the nightmare in my blood. Vaelin pulled a small crystal jar from the nightstand, filled with a thick, amber herbal oil that smelled of crushed cedar, wild honey, and warm iron. He knelt between my parted knees. My breath locked in my throat as his massive, calloused hands dipped into the jar. He warmed the fragrant oil between his broad palms before reaching out to touch me. The moment his bare hands made contact with my skin, a violent, electrifying shockwave shot straight down my spine.

“Your blood. Your hair. Just a few drops, a few strands. From them, I will craft an oil. A spell… subtle, powerful, irresistible. One scent, one touch… and Alpha Jake will feel the pull, the craving, the need he has tried to ignore.” I felt a heat rise in my chest, a pulse of something raw and dangerous. The idea of controlling Alpha Jake, of bending him to me, made my wolf stir beneath my skin, restless and eager. But at the same time, the risk made my breath catch. “Blood and hair… and this oil… it will really work?” I asked, my voice low, husky, trembling slightly from anticipation.

Stephanie rushed out of the bathroom with her hair dryer in her hand. She woke up late, but luckily, it wasn’t too late. She stood in front of her mirror and dried her damp hair. Her white towel was wrapped around her body, and some drops of water could still be seen on her chest and her legs. She shook her head after switching off the hair dryer, and when she saw no water dripped from it, she smiled widely. She opened her drawer and pulled out the coconut oil she used to moisturize her hair after washing it. She poured some on her hand and ran her hand through her hair. She massaged her scalp carefully, making sure the oil touched every part of her hair. She gazed at her hair in the mirror

She offered. "I am, Missy, I am." He returned to the center of the sheet and lied down. Tracy got the bottles of massage oil out and explained each. "This one is lavender and lime. She held the bottle to his nose. Then this one is cucumber and dill. And this one is a heating oil meant to warm the skin." She explained. "You're making me hungry!" He smiled. "Let's go with the one you like most." He suggested. She was about to open the oil when Harry warned her:

I smiled at her from the mirror and continued till her hair dried completely. I applied a leave-in conditioner and tea tree oil to her hair before massaging gently. Chole had dandruff on her hair and sole tangled roots too. I gently took my time in detangling them before brushing them through. “Pony?" I asked. “No Irene, I want two ponytails," she responded, smiling at me.

No, why would we do that? Now even more frustrated than I was before, I finish washing up and turn off the shower, wringing the water out of my hair. I step out, wrap my towel around me, collect my clothes and make my way back to my room. I don’t hear Ayawamat or the sounds of guests, so I assume he’s still out on patrol, which means I’ve got the house to myself for a little while longer. I dry off, get dressed and tend to my hair by towel drying it and adding in my favourite hair serum. It’s a lovely little concoction made with aloe vera, sweet grass and yucca – among other things I’m sure I’ll never know – made by a family of Wampanoag women who have passed the remedy on for generations. I