Angelica Rugrats Doll Cynthia の小説・ストーリー

As if it carried good news that had not yet been spoken. Aurelia sat on a small chair beside the bed, leaning slightly forward. Her eyes stayed fixed on Caca, who was beginning to stir from her deep sleep. The child’s hair was messy like wisps of cotton caught in the wind, her cheeks flushed pink, and her eyes still half closed. “Good morning, sweetheart,” Aurelia said softly, a faint smile touching her lips. Caca rubbed her eyes, then her gaze drifted to the small table beside the bed. Sitting neatly there was an ivory-white rabbit doll, almost as if it had been waiting for the exact moment the little girl opened her eyes.

Tina's breath caught when she thought of poor Martha, a victim of a projectile that wasn't, with no doubt at all, tipped with sticky rubber. The second figure was a doll. Her face was startlingly realistic, with big blue eyes that Tina could easily imagine turning in their sockets to look at her. The doll wore a cowgirl uniform, complete with boots and a wide-brimmed hat that was topped with a plastic star, painted to look like shiny tin. Her sandy blonde hair was pulled into messy pigtails, like those a child would have created. One of her porcelain hands rested on the bow's leather grip, as though carefully placed there.

As Cynthia received a mind-link and her eyes returned to normal, she turned to Catalina and explained, "Sorry Luna, that was the Alpha. I had to inform him you were awake, and he wishes to see you now; he's on his way." “Cynthia, could you locate different clothing for me and some toiletries for a shower?” Catalina asks. "Your wish is my command, Luna," Cynthia said, moving towards the door. "Cynthia, I'd prefer if you called me Catalina instead of Luna," Catalina said to her.

First day at Serenity Hills—the fanciest care center in Rivera City. The Head Nurse—Ms. Deinert—didn't waste time. "Vivian, Ms. Stein's high-priority. Rich family. Just do the basics. Don't snoop, stay quiet in her room, and don't touch the music box. She loved it before the coma." I nodded like a good little rookie. Then I saw Sienna Stein for the first time. Laid out in bed, pale and still—yet she looked like she belonged on a red carpet.

The splotches of red were like bright red strawberries. "What are you doing?" Cynthia could only tug at the corner of the quilt with her remaining free hand to shield herself, but it was futile, the thin quilt barely covering the hidden area, her long limbs and the two pink cherries dotting her breasts were exposed, making her body even more invisible and inviting. Cynthia had obviously been crying all afternoon, her eyes were red and puffy, with tear stains at the corners, and her stubborn, fierce eyes looked a little pitiful. She was now sitting on her knees on the mattress, biting her lip out of hatred.

“Those are your words, not mine!” Cynthia had been quite annoyed for holding her temper while dealing with Xena for the past few days, so her mood instantly lifted after having received Alex’s gift. She could not afford the lipstick herself and did not lack lipstick either, but that was how women were. Cosmetics were to women what cars were to men. They could never have too much. Alex could no longer wait. When he was done talking to Cynthia, he quickly went into the house. Once inside, he slowed down to change his shoes quietly before he slowly walked to the front of the living room sofa and waved at Isla who had her back to him. “Hi…”