Witcher Bath Novels & Stories

He kisses my temple, taking my bag from me and bringing it to my room. I lean against the counter, rubbing my temples. My gosh, how does Sydney do it? “It’s all done, hun. I’ll make us up some chicken cutlets, mashed potatoes and broccoli” He rubs my arms, ushering me to the bathroom. The bathtub is filled with warm water, bubbles, epsom salts and there are a couple candles lit. I strip out of my clothes, slipping into the bath, the light sound of music coming from the kitchen. I lose track of time while I’m in the bath, my fingers pruning, making it look like I’m an 80 year old grandmother.

He raised his eyebrow very high and lowered the other. "Why do you need a lagoon or a river?" He smiled as when children make fun of something or something amuses them. “I want to clean myself.” I showed him my hands. “I don't like them to be dirty.” I raised my feet so he can saw them too. “Come.” He took my hand as I covered myself with the strange cloth that I use when I was sleeping. “You can take a bath here, you just have to open the faucets.” He pointed to the faucets and kissed my forehead before leaving the room. I got into that glass box, opening what he called the faucet and letting out a loud scream running out of there.

In fact, some of them were even more advanced than those in Wasteland. For instance, the bathtub Alex was looking at was an object that possessed spiritual energy. Hence, it meant that this world had incorporated spiritual energy into various appliances in daily life long ago. Soon, Alex took off all his clothes and his daughter’s clothes. Then, they took a bath in the bathtub that used spiritual energy to massage them. Bubbles’ name fit her very well. She was particularly fond of taking baths. While playing with water in the bathtub, she laughed loudly. After taking a bath for half an hour, the two were squeaky clean.

“I thought you built it and ran the water here.” “I did, but I did not make the water. I asked the mountain if I could borrow some and it obliged.” His explanation only brought up more questions, so she nodded for now, tucking the questions away for later. “But my Lias heats the water and shifts the firelight. I used my earth Majyk to build the bath, though. Because I knew it would make our hideout more comfortable for you… I mean Cathy…” Gunther backpedaled a bit before he continued rubbing her back. “Our kind also makes soaps that ease pain…”

I said them repeatedly but the names were getting distant. Who are those people? Why do they matter? I'm so tired maybe Elizabeth is right maybe it would be nice to just rest and let go and just....... No! NO! My name is Sage Chen and my sister is Aria Chen. I'm seventeen years old. I love Julian. I love art. I love..... I will not forget. I will not let go. I will not........ Everything went black and in the darkness, I heard a voice I didn't recognize saying: "Baseline scan complete. The subject shows strong resistance to standard sedation. Increase dosage tomorrow. The Architect wants her ready for deep conditioning by the end of the week."

For ever letting him be my obsession instead of the usual crush girls my age have. This was a wrecked ship from the start. Again, I struggle to my feet and start fixing my bath. Fresh cold water floods the shiny black jacuzzi. I'm not sure what Bianca throws in it, but I try to grab anything I can find. A few flavors. Vanilla petals. Some weird-looking strands like dried flowers… I reach for the body wash but it's empty. Not accepting it, I open the can and try to pump out the last drop. I want to wash his imprints off me, scrub my skin till I feel sore and stupid…

He looks less like a monster in sleep, but Aiden knows the beast is merely dormant. He begins his work, trying to make as little noise as possible. He moves to the adjoining bathroom, turning on the gold faucets of the large tub. The water rushes out, steam rising into the cool air. He checks the temperature, adjusting it until it is just right, ensuring the scented oils—lavender and sandalwood—are mixed in perfectly.

The door opens as I give a nod of thanks to them both. “My king and queen, get her into the master bathroom quickly, Sire. I have the ice bath ready for her.” Leena directs me. I nod, rushing down the hall to the first-floor master. I sit on the edge of the large bathroom tub. A massive claw foot tub custom made for at least two lycans. Kemira is freezing and sweating at the same time. I feel horrible seeing her in pain. I smooth her damp hair from her face. “Baby, can you undress?” I ask, and she shivers without a response.

They’re toxic and beautiful. A girl in the village touches one and slips into a coma. Others follow. The villagers riot. They come for Mira at night, torches in hand. But before they reach her door, the earth shakes. The river rises. The village drowns in mist. And from the fog, Mira emerges, eyes glowing faint silver — her voice calm: "This is not your river anymore." The Witch’s Game The River Witch visits Mira again — not in dreams, but in her mirror.

" She did not want to step into the bathroom with him because she knew that he would not just want to take a shower with her. "I can do it again." William was serious about what he said, so he took her into the bathroom and filled up the hot water in the bathtub. He wanted her to take a good bath. Crista never took care of herself when she was busy, so he had no choice but to do it for her. The bathtub was so big that it was not cramped even after they both got in. Crista felt the warm water from the bathtub massaging her skin and closed her eyes, feeling relaxed.