Camellia Garden Doll Novels & Stories

At the very center of the table sat an Evil Doll. The doll was only about half a foot tall, dressed in a kimono. The silk fabric shimmered with an eerie luster in the dimness, embroidered with intricate golden vine patterns. Some of the gold threads had already worn out, revealing the dark base beneath, resembling dried bloodstains.

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.”

A lush garden filled with vibrant flowers and towering trees. In the centre lies a small, serene grave adorned with a single peony. Rhys with a weathered face and gentle eyes, slowly approached, his steps heavy with the weight of memories. Raindrops fell softly, casting a melancholic veil over the scene. He smiled down at the grave and replaced the weathered Peony with a new one. “Another day, my doll.” With trembling hands, he delicately placed a fresh peony on the grave, its petals glistening with raindrops. He knelt beside it, his movements slow and deliberate. Sitting beside the grave, he gazed at it with a mixture of longing and acceptance.

Leah took a deep breath of the fresh and mixed-up scent of flowers. She looked at the counter and saw a young boy. Maybe he was a part-timer. Leah looked around the shop until her eyes halted on the specific flower pot. She was surprised to see a white Camellia which she had never seen before in this shop, there was not only white Camellia but red and pink too. He walked towards the counter while she just leaned against the wall beside the entrance door as she folded her arms on her chest waiting for him to set her free.

There was a stunning garden house with a glass roof and walls, adorned with numerous camellia bushes right in front of us. "Woah, this is insane. Camellias are my absolute favorite. I have planted so many of them back at my home in Snowflake Village." I found myself blurting out, unable to contain my excitement. I saw Gunther smirk for a second before it disappeared. I blinked in confusion, wondering if I was just imagining things. Gunther had to gently pull me out of the elevator because I was too stunned to move. The garden house looked ethereal, adorned with sparkling chandeliers, heritage olive trees, and trickling fountains that I had also noticed on the ground floor earlier.

I said as I held out the box to her. She eyes the box suspiciously, slowly taking it from me. “What’s inside?” “Open it and see for yourself.” She sighed. “Aren’t you full of surprises, Mr. Yezhov?” Opening the box, her eyes dilated. Camellias, white and pink. They were pure and delicate, untouched by the filth of this world. Just like her. She covered her mouth as she gasped. “Camellias?” She glanced at me, completely shocked. “These are so expensive and hard to find in New York.”

When the garden was quiet again, I looked down and noticed a red camellia lying on the ground where he’d stood. I bent and picked it up. It was soft. I held onto it all the way back inside.

"I'll get to model all of them?" "Yes! But only a few. I have something else for you, it is my best creation." Camille spoke and revealed to me a beautiful and whimsical dress. It was sleeveless a heart-shaped neckline adorned by Swarovski crystals on the dress. I instantly fell in love with it. "How about you model this first?" "I would love to!" I giddily replied and put on the dress. "We'll take photos of you in the garden first then we'll move to the chapel." Camille instructed. I nodded my head and we headed to the garden. Shots after shots I posed. I was happily enjoying myself when I noticed I still haven't seen my male partner.

“I didn’t tear the doll apart, Alpha, but I did notice some strange red flowers inside the box. They had a terrible smell.” “Flowers?” I repeated, my brows drawing together. “Describe them.” “They were small, rare, red with yellow stamens. It looks like a sculpted flower,” she said, scratching her head. “I had never seen anything like them before. I meant to ask about them but forgot later.” Sculpted flower but natural. Middlemist Red Camellia. It had to be. The rarest flower in the territory. I pulled out my phone, searched for a picture, and held it up to her. “Did they look like this?”

Even so, Camellia didn't utter a word of pain. After applying medicine and bandaging, Rose frowned. "Looks like it will take more than a month to recover." "It's alright, don't I have my left hand?" Camellia smiled indifferently, picking up an iron plum blossom, a specially designed hidden weapon resembling an iron plum blossom with sharp, pointed petals that could cut or stab.