Camellia Garden Doll Novels & Stories

she stated earning a roaring laughter from Roman. “fine, you win be ready in 15” Camila jumbled off the couch with a huge smile on her face and headed for the stairs. She picked out a long black gown that didn’t hug her figure so that her stomach won’t show that much. She paired it with a pair of black flats and a silver purse. She didn’t do any makeup, just curled her hair and was rushing down the stairs. Roman was already ready there, waiting. He was dressed in a black suit and was looking down at his watch.

It was easy, this garden date had come at the right time. Thankfully, I had a few spare dresses in the bedroom. I chose the most revealing, sexy, and appealing. In an hour, I was done. The dress hugged my breast nicely, the halter neck accentuating my glossy shoulders and the flow of the dress went down to the middle of my thighs. “I want to hear you scream from that garden.” Camilla beamed as she put the finishing touches on my hair. “Don’t disappoint.” She winked.

“Yes. That Leon guy gets more fictional and suspicious by the day. His moves are absurd.” “You’re just jealous,” Camille hisses, leaning into me like she didn’t just get shot twenty minutes ago. My arm is numb from keeping pressure on the scarf, which is now soaked through. “Last time I got hit,” Camille says casually, “Leon commissioned a garden shaped like my face. Full aerial view. Even had blush-toned peonies for my cheeks.” I blink. “Wait…what?” “Yeah. Took two weeks. Drones flew overhead spelling ‘Get well, my war goddess.’ He cried in the middle of a lavender maze while I got stitched up.”

"What do you suggest, Omar? Wood or plastic?" "Either one is fine, as long as it doesn’t break or splinter when it falls to the floor," Omar said, turning to pull something out of his backpack. "Actually, Camellia sent me these samples that she recently found and wanted to show you." "Camellia?" Deborah asked. "She’s my colleague, and she found a company that makes these," Omar said excitedly, pulling out a beautiful white vase with blue designs. "Oh, what a lovely ceramic piece," Eric said, noticing that his wife had taken the object.

As Lana engaged in pleasant conversation and shared laughter with the guests, Rosa had deftly escorted Carol and the others to the primary residence of Rose Manor. Inside the white garden villa, an expansive yard of nearly an acre sprawled out. It was adorned with an array of exquisite rose varieties, including Charisma, Countess Eve, Mona Lisa, and Twilight. In the heart of the garden, a delicate white floral tea table rested beneath a huge sun umbrella. A woman was sitting there. Her figure was adorned in a vintage white gown, elegantly complemented by black sunglasses and striking red lipstick. Despite the serene atmosphere, she exuded an intriguing sense of calmness as she delicately cra

She immediately touches that thing and lowered her head before she turns to look at him. "What is this?" She asks. "It is a gift that I think suits you the best." He smiles. Violet sits up and looks at the design. "It's Cartier! How much is this?" She almost screams when seeing the symbol. "Don't ask." She squinted her eyes and look at him again. "Why are you gifting me this?" "Because, as I said before, it looks nice on you." Chase moves closer to her and kisses her nape gently. "and more ladylike."

It was triumphant, as if he’d been waiting for this exact moment. I needed air, anything to escape the suffocating politics of the room. I found Camellia crouched down in the garden away from the pack house, oblivious to the chaos inside. Her brows were furrowed as she gently tended to a wounded werewolf pup. What more could one possibly want from a Luna? Her scent was tangled with Lucien's. Her dress wasn’t revealing, but her current position bared her neck to me, a litter of hickeys trailing down.

said Celea after watching herself in the mirror her black long hair was let open it fell down the waves made it look like a waterfall she had simple makeup wich consists of a small, thin eyeliner wing, mascara some silvery glitter eye shadow, blush and rosy lip gloss she had a soft light gray dress the color of her eyes, the dress had very long sleeves, the dress was tight at the top and loose at the bottom it was a soft look and it made her look like a fairy " of course you do, you are my dauther after all" said Bella proudly " indeed I am" " Now it's my turn to play dolls, sit down and I will prepare the both of you for the ball" Celea said looking at Bella and Kaya to wich they started gi

The gardens were quiet in the late morning. I moved forward, without any real destination, just needing the open space and the feeling of not being watched for a few minutes. The air smelled like cut grass. For a little while I could almost pretend things were simpler. I had just turned the corner near the old rose when I heard footsteps behind me. I assumed it was one of the Alphas, or a staff member checking the grounds. Then a voice reached out to me. And it was her. Elena “You always did like hiding in gardens when things got difficult.”

"I just happened to have so many of these. Pick whichever one you like—just consider it a present commemorating our meeting." Amelia's eyes widened from sheer temptation. "Wow! Really?!" She had forgotten Evelyn's warning right then—Melody had already given her good food and such wonderful toys! How was she a demoness? In the end, children would be children. Curry their favor, and they would jump ship without hesitation. Still, despite her considerable liking for every LinaBell doll in the box, she was disciplined enough to pick just one. This particular one had on a Louvotton dress from their spring fashion line, which was worth five figures.