Azalea Doll Novels & Stories

The feeling was good, but there was no way she was going to confess how she felt with his hand over hers. " Mom and Zeke," she sighed, taking a gulp from her magaritta. " What's up with them?" "For starters, mom wants me to get a man, fall in love, and get married. And Zeke somewhat agrees to it." The 27-year-old lady said Alyona inherited her mother's remarkable beauty, with entrancing eyes that reflected her own. Her tall, curvy shape was complemented by a beautiful olive complexion, which added to her allure.

Maevis’s eyebrows grew together. “What of it?” she inquired, not sure what her charge was getting at. “Why can we not sell it? Keep this cottage and one of the others for you, let Ms. Crotlybloom go. Why must we keep that dreadful place? I shall never step foot in there again.” “Serendipity,” Maevis began, leaning forward, her hands on the table, “we can’t. That’s where all of the doll parts are kept. There’d be no way we could store them all here.”

I never visited this place with my friends. The store is called Azalea where the most popular fashion designer in the country works. His creations won the 2021 Fashion Award in Italy. "What a pleasant surprise Miss Smith! I know you're here to pick a dress for your engagement, right? Mr. Wilson came earlier, and he bought 10 dresses for you to choose. The guy really loves you, huh?" The woman is Azalea Bellucci, the owner and the designer itself.

A smile beams on her face, and a basket of flowers she cut this morning hangs from her arm. She pulls on my arm, pulling my face down to plant a kiss on my cheek. “I love you, Daddy! I'll be back. I'm going to visit Vivian and Ivy,” Azalea said before she happily bounced away. “Wow! The older she gets, the more she looks like her.” Michael said, and I smiled. “She does. She looks just like her mother. She's just like her. Sweet and innocent.” “Her birthday is in ten days; she'll be 18, right?”

O'Neil took a look around my house. "Ali" Kiara ran to me holding her toys. "Which one should I pack? A unicorn or Pooh" She asked me. The unicorn, which I gifted her on last birthday, and the Pooh is won by Alexander for her, last weekend. I shrugged "Whichever you like" "I will keep both," She said. "Kia wait" I held her hand and looked at my boss, "Meet my boss, Mrs. Rosemary O'neil" "Hello mam" Kiara greeted her politely.

My barely-there black sequin dress caught the light of the disco ball. My makeup was sharp and aggressive: blood-red lips and smoky, winged eyeliner that formed a seductive cat-eye. I imagined Rocco's frown, the disgusted look in his eyes he'd give me before telling me to go back and change. But this was the real me, Rosalie Thorne, the Thorn Principessa, who never had to dull her edges for anyone. Just like now. Julian had booked us the prime circular booth in the center of the club. Across from me, a male model, barely twenty, was blushing as he stared at my collarbone.

I couldn’t shake the image of those old men, breathing down my neck, acting like this throne belonged to them. Rowan blinked fast, “Alright, Alpha. I’ll continue searching.” He bowed slightly, then hurried out. My eyes drifted and caught on a picture hanging crooked on the far wall. I sighed and crossed the room, staring at it. It was old, edges frayed, the wooden frame cracked. My mother placed it there when I was barely old enough to reach it. In the image was a white wolf, painted like some heavenly guardian, watching over mountains I’d never seen.

Bronx muttered. I turned back to Azalea. She was dressed in black booty shorts and a black sports bra. Her tiny body is fucking fit. Hell, it’s the sexiest I’ve ever seen. She’s got the perfect sized breasts, a toned stomach with visible abs, and the nicest legs I’ve seen on a woman. Her black hair was tied up in a ponytail and I had the sudden urge to pull it free. Her face is just as perfect as the rest of her body, expect for one thing. Her eyes.

Cordelia nodded although she did not agree with her mothers’ view. “Please remember your manners, for my sake, all of you,” Azalea said gently, and Layana pouted knowing when the queen used that card, she for one could not disobey her. She loved Azalea dearly and even though the woman did not give birth to her, she was her mother. She nodded, silently promising that she would behave well. “Yes mother,” Cordelia said smiling eloquently as she tossed her long brown locks slightly. “Who knows these men might be so very handsome,” Aurelia teased Cordelia knowing the brunette loved to meet handsome eligible young men every chance she got

"Besides, I found his cigarette that he dropped earlier. You only need something that belongs to them, so this will work." I frowned as she took out the unused cigarette and pushed it into the body. Were we raising normal kids? I don’t know… I looked between Skyla and Azura, both of whom looked very excited about this voodoo doll. Raven laughed as she took the doll from Azura and began stitching the neck up. "I’ll add the eyes." Azura said, rummaging in the button box and picking out two light blue buttons. "Ah… He has this colour eyes. The evil man will be punished."