Camellia Garden Doll Novels & Stories

"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.

The intense flashings of light produced by the cameras blinded me as the thick satin cloth had been removed from my cage. Choruses of awes, claps, and cheers erupted from below the auction block. My heart was beating faster than the horses racing on the track field as the bidding started. “Ladies and gentlemen, for our last item in the cart. This lovely young lady, a twenty years old doll. She was silent but a bit feisty. She can be whatever you want her to be. A trophy for this lovely evening to satisfy the needs of your carnal desires.”

"This is a pretty shoddy place but I've seen two things we can work with." Hades felt this was not the appropriate time to point out the sheet was not covering Doll's sweet little ass or to attack said ass. He bit his lip before asking, "You found plants you can work with... here?" Doll turned his head back and nodded yes. "I have a night blooming plant by my bed. It's in rough shape but it’ll do. I need you to go collect me about fifty or so dandelions from over there." Doll pointed to an overgrown stretch of grass that separated the motel from the strip club next door.

“Okay, okay.” Kal smiled, giving Camille a soft kiss before leading her into the elevator. Similar to last time, the garden was void of anyone else. Camille wasn’t sure if it was just coincidence or if the guys had made arrangements that it only be them enjoying the lush greenery and brightly coloured plant life. For a moment, Camille hesitated in leaving the elevator, waiting for something to happen that told her Kal’s bracelet failed. But before too long the scent of flowers hanging on the evening air was too enticing to ignore and Camille’s feet propelled her forward out of the elevator and under the canopy of alien flora.

he says, averting his eyes to inside the condo. I turn my attention to look at Camila, she was laughing with Eliza as they looked through what looked like a photo album. Camila was in one of her off her white shoulder dress shirts, exposing her slim shoulders, her skin looked soft and flawless as always. Blue ripped jeans and red stilletos, her hair was in a high ponytail, givng full view of her face.

“I like an Ace in my deck of cards. You are something special. I will keep you." “But you have to promise never to tell anyone what you know. Do we have a deal or not?" Seeing the excitement in its eyes, I was tempted to push my luck a little. “I will do it if you throw in a gadget," I said nervously. My fingers crossed. The doll's smile widened. It pulled out a heart shaped pink vile. “How about I give you a love portion?" it asked rhetorically. “With just one of these, you can turn three of your companions into your love slaves."

Her final, twisted "thank you." *** Later, I heard Sienna left Rivera once her probation was up. She never touched the frozen trust fund. Chose to live her own way instead. Rumors said she'd been seen out in the sticks, teaching kids art and music. A volunteer. A ghost of the girl she used to be. I thought of her smile—and without meaning to, pulled out my phone. On a dark web forum, I started a new post. [Coma doll. Young. Stunning. $500/hr.]

I try to take care of her at work and outside work, her husband does everything he can to keep her out of trouble. Norah pouts, and I pull her out of the kitchen until we're in a safe, quiet zone. She shows me a small vile wrapped in a silky napkin, watching with wide eyes to see my reaction. "What the hell is that?" I have to ask. She grins. "It's another poison to add to my collection. I finally got the belladonna extract," she explains. "Are you crazy?" I whisper-shout, looking around. "This is a restaurant! You have to stop bringing them here!"