Azalea Doll Novels & Stories

she said, her brows furrowed. "Where is Azalea?" I asked, and she gestured at me to follow her. I went after her and entered the nursery with her. Azalea was lying in her cot, but she was wide awake. One of her eyes had turned dark purple. And the other was a silvery white. Her face was pale, and there were beads of sweat on her forehead. Swallowing hard, Kiara scooped her into her arms and dabbed her forehead with a small white towel. Azalea started to cry; the sound of her cries made my heart ache.

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”

"Night, night!" Alexandra is sitting on her neatly arranged bed. In her well furnished and decorated bedroom, chatting on WhatsApp. As a girl and only daughter of her parents, her room was properly and richly furnished. Her wardrobe looks beautiful. In the whole house, her room was the only part painted with another colour, apart from white. It was mixed. Pink and white. She is currently chatting with Kenzy, who was busy complaining about Ana, Trisha's friend. Meanwhile, Mrs Wachukwu walks into the room unnoticed.

I stayed hidden around the corner, the empty glass cold and forgotten in my hand. Elena’s voice was sweet poison. “I want Louiza’s room.” There was a beat of silence. Then Xaden replied. “No.” Teiran’s voice followed. “Absolutely not. She keeps her room.”

She muttered, shaking terribly - was it because of cold, anger or something else? Faricenda started taking steps towards them, as slow as ever. "Her wolf is still in control!" Azalea shouted, guiding the family members to move backwards. When she talked, he could see her elongated canines and talons - she could destroy anyone that dares to go close to her. "Ceri!" Faricenda's head snapped towards where the name came from. She began walking towards Luna Howell who called that particular name and Azalea eyes dimmed, "She would recognize her mother anywhere, she only recognize her mother now." Azalea said and Danks shook his head, wanting to dispute that fact about his half sister.

It was decorated with black roses and curtains. This is Azalea's doing he thought to himself. When Azalea saw Hayden she went back to her room to change but first she was going to taunt Elizabeth with her new wedding gown. Twenty minutes later. Azalea was dressed in a back wedding gown. Her hair was tied up in an elegant ponytail. The only colour on her was the red lipstick she applied. She got a bouquet of red roses and smirked. Hayden was waiting for her at the altar wearing a black suit. Five minutes later Azalea appeared at the altar wearing a black wedding dress with a long lace veil that hid her face.

"Did you really think you could hide from an Alpha?" Ayla stared at the doll, her fingers trembling as she touched the dried blood on its face. She realized then that this wasn't just a purchase. This was a hunt that had finally ended. And she was the prize. Ayla stared at the wooden doll in her lap. The sight of it made the air in the cabin feel thin. This wasn't just a toy; it was a piece of her soul, stained with the copper-scent of the night her life ended. How?

Then Alea said, "You know what? This doll means so much to me." Kenzie raised one eyebrow. "What's so special about it?" asked Kenzie. She got up from her seat and moved closer to Alea to get a better look at the doll. "It's very special," said Alea. She let Kenzie take the doll. Kenzie looked at the doll from top to bottom, front and back to look for differences with other dolls, but Kenzie couldn't find any. It was just an ordinary doll like any other. "Nothing special. Just like any other doll," Kenzie commented as she flipped through the doll.

The words hung in the air, sharp and deliberate. Hecate did not flinch. She did not defend herself. Instead, she smiled, a gentle curve of her lips that softened the sharp lines of her face. She raised her empty hand and closed her fingers into a loose fist. When she opened them, a small cloth doll rested in her palm. Button eyes. Stitched smile. Hair made of golden yarn. She held it out to Aileen. The girl peeked over her mother's shoulder. Her eyes fixed on the doll. Slowly, hesitantly, she reached out and took it. She turned it over in her small hands, studying its face, its tiny stitched heart on the chest.

But I quickly schooled my expression into one of neutrality, lifting my chin at him. Zoe tugged on my hand, her earlier excitement returning. “Mommy, look at this dress!” she exclaimed, pointing to a gown displayed nearby. It was a beautiful dress—a soft pink color with delicate lace and tiny sparkling crystals woven throughout it. A princess’s dream. Ella wandered over to another dress, a light blue taffeta covered in tiny floral embroidery. She pulled it out, holding it up. “Can I try this one?” Alaric nodded approvingly. “Why don’t you both try them on?”