Book About A Doll That Comes To Life Romane & Geschichten

I woke up again but not as a baby but as a child maybe the same child I was before being killed last time, I was surrounded by a bright light everywhere, was I finally death and this is the after world, though I wouldn't really expect to come to heaven "What's happening..." " I woke you up before completely dying and be reborn somewhere else" I turned around to see a beautiful woman standing now in front of me she was dressed in a beautiful long white dress, but this wasn't the time to drool over her, something didn't seem right

“ Not alright! I understand... “ I didn't let him finish his sentence and he made me leave his office, with shame on my face. Of course he wasn't going to go out with me, where he was in his head when I thought I might have a chance with a man like him. Handsome, successful and educated, it was obvious that I had no chance with him. I got out of there as quickly as I could and went back to my china shop. I take my small notebook where I take notes, trying to distract myself and forget the embarrassment I just went through. A girl walks in, with blonde hair and Japanese features like me, she stares at me for a few seconds. “ Good afternoon! “ I say closing the block and getting closer. “ How

My eyes became narrow in that direction, my pupils got dialed after looking at what there was and I turned my gaze back again to the aunt. "Jane...Jane, there is a haunted doll in our house," she said in a shaking voice. The doll was in very bad condition. It was dark there because of which that doll was looking scarier, it was colored in red color, one eye was missing, one ear was missing and legs were torn. "Wait, why is this doll fat?" I narrowed my eyes when I saw it properly. "Aunt Jennifer, it is not a doll it is a teddy bear," I exclaimed to her.

Chapter 1 The room was gloomy and dimly lit. The only beam of light in the darkness came from the screen of the Television. Nestled in my usual chair, my eyes rested on the flickering screen of the big box. On the screen of the box was a girl, staring at three traditional african dolls, all of them were dressed in white gowns. One was burned to a crisp, the second was only scorched on one side and the third was untouched by the flames. The girl reached out her hand and picked up the doll that had not been burned. She smiled down on it and caressed its cheek. The doll had eyes that seemed to sparkle. I stared in horror as the sparkly eyes suddenly warped into a bloody red. The doll cackled fi

Honestly, Doll just wanted to be left alone and take a nice long nap so when he awoke he could tell himself all the important things he wanted to keep in his memory. He gave the answer he could parrot from class. "I am a small god. I am here to give my power to my beloved toms." No, no! His soul ached. He only had one beloved tom and that tom would never ask him to give up what these monsters were asking. The things that made him whole and real. "And we accept your gift." The tom began the needle treatment. Doll's hopes were dashed when he looked to see if this tom might be wearing the strange bracelet.

I managed to squeak out of my throat. “Yes, what?” I asked planting a small peck on Sunshine’s bottom lip. God, she tastes divine almost like sweet wine. She was catnip to me, and she didn’t even know it. “Yes, I want your gift” I murmured. I pulled my face away, disappointed I couldn’t have more of her, If I didn’t hold myself together then I would be taking more than a kiss. “What kind of Doll is he?” she asked. I reached over and sat the doll on the Edge of the bed “He is a special toy that I made a very long time ago, I carved him out of a very special magical tree where I’m from and infused him with shadow magic”

I was the only place in the entire estate where no one looked at me and saw a mistake. That morning I carried my treasures there: the porcelain doll’s hand, the black scale (now wrapped in silk and hidden inside a tin box), and a book I had stolen from the library (The Chronicles of Eldoria, Volume III, the one with the torn page that showed a serpent prince with eyes of living fire). I was tracing the outline of his face with a finger when I heard humming. Soft. Sweet. Like warm honey dripping off a spoon. Isla toddled around the corner, dragging a stuffed rabbit twice her size. She wore a white dress embroidered with tiny roses, grass stains already on the hem. Her curls were tied with blu

Like something I’d heard before, when I was little… or maybe before I ever truly lived. I kept walking. The crying grew clearer. And when I pushed open the door to the empty room at the end of the hall, it creaked slowly open. There was no one inside. Just dust, cold air, and one thing on the floor… A doll. Worn. One eye missing. The dress was torn. But its arms—reached out, like waiting for a hug. I froze. Then the doll—moved. Slow. Careful. And hugged me.

Daniel's boss, George Harrison, lived in a huge mansion. Daniel gently knocked on the door. "Mr. Harrison, I brought you a toy." George opened the door and warmly invited Daniel inside. Daniel placed the box in the middle of the living area and opened it. There I was, lying in a thin nurse outfit. The soft fabric hinted at my figure, and flowers were arranged around me, making the whole scene look strangely beautiful. "This is the newest technology from Jippongo. You've got to try the mouth. The tongue wraps around you like a snake. I guarantee you'll have a great time," Daniel introduced.

Lissa: “ It looks interesting! Alexandra: “ Very interesting! Lissa: “ Author of the book? Alexandra: “ Anonymous! The author did not want to be identified! Lissa: “ Talk about what? Alexandra: “ Have you ever been to the past life museum? Lissa: “ Now! Alexandra: “ About a sorceress girl who had an adventure with a pirate and such... Lissa: “ Now! The story is beautiful! Alexandra: “ Yes! And they say it's viridic! Lissa: “ Can you lend me the book?!