Novel & Cerita Abandoned Doll

“There are plenty of employees in Farwell Group, and the absence of one wouldn’t make a difference. There’s no need to thank me.” Without waiting for her response, he strode past her with Estella. Aubree’s features contorted with fury, but they softened again when she regained her senses a few moments later. “Nevertheless, you have helped me resolve something huge. I didn’t know what to get you, so I brought a little present for Estella instead. Don’t worry. I didn’t spend a fortune. Think of it as a token of my appreciation.” As she spoke, she took out a limited edition doll from the bag on the couch. Its delicate packaging caused Lucian to recognize it as one in a set that Estella had in h

Ever since Dante's confession, everything had frozen in time and she was not conscious of anything else apart from Benny's soothing voice in her mind. When the casket was about to be lowered to the ground, she rose up with the Spiderman figurine in hand. Benny had so many of them so she picked one for the funeral. She placed it on the casket and kissed it. "Baby, Mummy failed to protect you." She whispered, her voice barely audible. "Please forgive Mummy. Remember the promise we made? I will love you forever and you will hold me in your heart forever." She lingered, her eyes fixed on the descending casket as if trying to etch the image into her memory

He didn't know that he wanted to leave or that he needed it, until his brother made the mention of leaving that place. Although the word "abandon" was not to Charisse's liking, because it made her nostalgic. Their father had abandoned them, their mother had died, years later they learn that their father had also died and as if they were not many misfortunes, they are left without money. But luckily Jared finished his university studies and was able to get a good job at Graham Group, the rest that happened did not exist in Charisse's mind, because she was in a coma, she did not know the course that Jared's life took or his friendship with Robert.

Lance whispered. "I'll haunt you if we die here." I huffed, he just laughed. "Boo!" Someone said while grabbing my arm. I screamed. "It's one thing to watch it and another to be in it. I want to leave." I sighed. "One more door and we will leave." We went to this hallway that was really creepy. How long has this house been abandoned? We entered a bedroom and it looked extremely creepy. Dolls everywhere. And they were porcelain ones. I hate those. Remind me of Chucky. We turned away and just as we were about to leave someone said.

By the window, Neo watched as cars departed from the neighborhood. He reached out, slowly drawing the curtains closed. Picking up the zombie doll from the floor, he placed it on a shelf in the small room. Then he walked over to the cabinet furthest inside and pulled open the drawer. Inside the drawer lay a row of handmade dolls. They were all tattered and strange-looking. Some were missing arms, some had broken legs. Others had their mouths sewn shut, their faces expressionless. These dolls all bore a striking resemblance to Jenny. Neo picked up one of the dolls, looking at its broken arm, his eyes filled with a chilling sense of foreboding.

“Monsters…” The nanny nodded, her voice shaking. “Yes. And when the cure no longer worked, when Avery’s illness returned, they suddenly remembered the girl they abandoned. That’s why they went back to fetch her. Not because of love—not because she’s family. But because she’s nothing more than a blood bank for their darling princess.” The words burned themselves into Elena’s heart that day. She had stumbled back from the kitchen, tears streaming down her cheeks, her small chest heaving with grief and confusion. She wanted to scream, to ask why she had been born just to suffer, but she was too afraid. Too broken.

Getting back in her car, she smiled at the doll. "You're much too special to just be tossed," she said. She had been obsessed with the house since she was little, and she wasn't yet ready to part with such an unexpected treasure, no matter how creepy it was. The doll had a porcelain face with a cloth body, and it wore a pale red dress. It stared out the car window as they drove, and Beth contemplated how ethical it would be to keep or sell it. Technically, Mike had given it to her for disposal, but now she worried what sort of implications it may have if it turned out the doll was somehow worth a lot of money.

Hours later, word reached the manor. Something had been left at the gate. Dread crawled up my spine with spider-leg precision. I already knew it wasn't good, knew before I saw it that whatever waited would be designed specifically to cut. Nyx recoiled as we approached, whimpering in ways she rarely allowed. The gate stood empty except for one small object positioned deliberately where morning patrol would find it. A doll. Crude construction, fabric worn, features barely defined. The kind children made from scraps and imagination when they couldn't afford store-bought toys.

I wandered over to the bed, brushing my hand over the silk sheets and grinning at the doll that lay abandoned at its base. I could never have enough blackmail material, right? Zhen nosed out of my pocket, sniffing at the doll’s broken eye, before biting at the few remaining tufts of black hair on her cracked head. “Aw, I think that you’ve won the battle, wolveie,” I laughed. Zhen stuck his nose up in the air proudly, before flying around the doll in a victory dance. Yet it settled uncomfortably in my gut that an butthole like Jason had once loved that doll, enough to break it with her love, although it’d been relegated to the bottom of the bed now. Maybe that’s what had happened to Alex?

Otherwise, which parent would abandon such an adorable child. Sigrid touched the child's cheeks and asked, "Where did you and your mommy get separated?" The little girl understood this sentence, and she immediately said, "Dolls!" Sigrid hurriedly returned to the spot where she had met the child. She looked around and walked to a toy store that was not far away. There were dolls outside this store. The reason why she thought that it was this store was mainly because one could not easily abandon a child inside a store, but only outside. This was the only store that was selling toys that had dolls displayed by the door.