Clockwork Doll Novels & Stories

"The door makes loud noise each time I opened it, I didn't want to disturb anyone." Jason looked at the perfectly normal door, then at me, The silence became painful, fnally he shrugged and walked away. I released the breath I didn't even know I had been holding and escaped to my office. Thankfully, Damon didn't appear all day. By afternoon, I ended up in Charles's office discussing ideas for the next round of the competition. Everything was going normally, until my eyes landed on the object sitting on his desk. I stopped speaking…because good Lord. The object was ridiculous beautiful. It looked like a handcrafted mechanical clock made from gold and platinum, tiny diamonds lined the edges, t

--Cassie-- “We will now begin the auctioning of the goods,” Lorenzo’s voice boomed, his tone infused with grandeur. From behind the velvet curtain, a sleek, elegant drawer was wheeled onto the stage, drawing the crowd’s attention. Atop it sat a stunning pair of antique clocks, their polished gold frames gleaming under the spotlight. The intricate patterns on the surface and the subtle chime that echoed in the silence gave them an otherworldly aura. “This pair of clocks here,” Lorenzo continued with dramatic flair, “is known as the Clock of Money. Legend has it that every tick blesses your business with abundance—every second, every moment.”