Novel & Cerita Batman Babydoll

“Good girl. Do you know why I like this pose, Baby Doll?” “No, Sir.” I circle her before stopping behind her and squatting down, “It’s because you are presenting to me what is mine, which is your cunt and your ass. So, when I tell you to present yourself, you will do so with your back to me, so I can see my pretty toys.” I run my fingers through her wet folds, bringing it up to rim her little pucker. “Stay just as you are, Baby Doll. I’ve got something for you.”

Soft cotton onesies with little animals, hats with cute ears, cozy pajamas that smelled like happy childhood. “Look,” she said, showing him a tiny gray bunny outfit complete with floppy ears on the hood. “For the first month.” Nathan raised a brow and studied it with the same seriousness he had given the pile of balls. “A bunny?” “Yeah. And this one’s a cow,” Tessa grabbed another one with black and white spots. “And this one’s a dinosaur, the hood has little spikes. He can wear a different costume every day.” Nathan looked at the row of costumes, then at Tessa’s bright eyes. A warm, genuine smile crossed his face. “He’s going to be the most stylish baby. And the most battle ready for the wo

CHAPTER 42 BELLA Athena had woken up and stared at Gabriel for a few seconds and then rested on his chest again. It’s as though she already knows who he is. I asked him if he wanted to help me bathe her, and he eagerly said yes. I told him that his training started with that cos he would need to get the hang of getting diapers changed, dressing her up, and preparing bottles amongst other nitty-gritty stuff, too. We started off with making sure the water temperature was just right and then settled her into the baby bath, I normally place one hand at the back of her head for support and use the other to lather her body with her body wash, then use her special baby sponge to clean her body and

“I bet she would like it if you called her BB.” “I help BB.” She smiles at me with shining magenta eyes. Delilah says Babette’s magic is destructive, but I don’t see it. She is a shy, innocent little girl who wants to be like everyone else. “Thank you, Babs.” I sit on my heels and take Dre’s hands so he can hold the baby. “She’s really little, Daddy.” Dre looks at the infant curiously.

Hazel exclaimed and winked at me. We burst into hearty laughter. “Billionaires love blonde skinny girls, the kind in Victoria’s magazine. And we ain’t no blondes here.” Emma rolled her eyes at Hazel. Sophia popped a sweet and put it in Hazel’s mouth. “Don’t argue girl, we know you and Emma can increase the speed of the train with the energy of your arguments” Sophia said. I laughed, Sophia was the brake lever inclined to stop Emma and Hazel from starting their argument engines. Today was going to be fun. At least that’s what my Mama had said when she did her tarot reading for me this morning. Today was set to be the beginning of my life. At the end of the day, we would see the new world awai

The little devil started laughing instead of saying sorry. “Why the heck would you scare me like that?” “Sorry, mom. I find it cute. I did not expect you to get scared of it.” -Zaya “Better take that doll away from my sight or I’ll burn it.” “Calm down,” -Luem “That little devil will be the end of me.” He was chuckling while helping me take off my cloak. It was when I realized that he had been trying to take care of me. He never left my side and always tried to help me, even with small things like this.

"Thanks for the party. It was awesome." "You're welcome, baby." "Mom. I'm fifteen. Can you maybe not call me baby?" "Never." "Mom." "Fine. I'll try." He rolled his eyes. But he was smiling. "I got you something," he said. "A thank you. For everything." He handed me a small box. I opened it. Inside was a necklace. A simple silver chain with a small charm. A shell. "The one from the beach?" I whispered. "A replica. I had it made. So you can wear it always."

The only illumination came from the massive two-way glass panel stretching across the opposite wall. I stepped closer and looked into the holding room beyond it. The room itself was sterile but functional, furnished just enough to avoid looking overtly hostile. The boy sat quietly on the edge of the narrow cot with a small plastic puzzle cube resting in his hands as he turned it slowly beneath the fluorescent lights. He looked pale. Exhausted, too. But he wasn’t crying. There was a quiet stillness to him that reminded me unpleasantly of Clara herself, the same restrained composure sitting beneath the surface even now.

Aria’s little voice sounds as she rummages through the dresses on the racks. “I never said I didn’t like Spiderman,” Adrien replies to her. She turns to look at him. “But you said you like Batman.” “So..?” He opens his tiny arms. “You can like two things at the same time.” “No, when you like Batman, you cannot like Spiderman,” Aria argues. She turns to look at me. “Right, Mommy?” A laugh escapes me. Their pointless arguments always crack me up. “Here is a Batman shirt,” Kieran says as he pulls out a black shirt with the Batman superhero character printed on it.

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.