Clockwork Doll Novels & Stories

But Clara loved them, in fact, that was where she found her solace. “Waiter!” she yelled over the loud music. After a few seconds, a waiter emerged from the corner. “What would you like, ma’am?” the waiter said politely, yet his voice was audible over the loud music. “You,” Clara said, her tone sultry as she attempted to undo the guy’s button in my presence. Oh jeez, Clara was one hell of a girl. I could see the guy trying to keep himself together; he gulped, his Adam’s apple moving. His jaw tightened and his breathing grew ragged. She leaned in and licked his earlobe.

He'd given her a necklace that cost a few hundred dollars, money he'd saved for a long time. She'd held that simple piece of jewelry and cried like a fool who'd never seen anything so beautiful. He had been so proud then, thinking he was the prince saving Cinderella. A joke. It was all a fucking joke. She was the Thorne Principessa. She'd probably seen more diamonds than he'd seen rocks. Rocco remembered the tattoo, a tangle of black thorns and a blood-red rose between her shoulder blades, wild and dangerous. He used to kiss it every time they made love.

Who's that someone she is talking about? Is he the reason behind the mysterious disappearance of my clock birthmarks? Did he also change my time of death before? What if that woman is right? What if something is really off? Should I believe her? Is there really someone who's trying to change my fate? Who is he?

The clock was an antique bronze piece that was carved to look like a wolf that was howling with its head raised up. It had been polished with high quality wax and it shone as the afternoon sun streamed in through the window. The clock's face was on the wolf's belly and had an opening on the other side where the batteries were kept. On the bed, the plump and sexually enticing body of Leila was sitting on the bed against the big dark wood of the headboard. She was clad in a bright pink sexy lingerie which set off her body like it was on fire. The top of the sexy lingerie was barely covering her big and plump bosom. Her juicy tits were fighting for space in the lingerie that was a size small fo

My wolf eyesight seemed to have diminished now that Dove wasn’t present. I found the kitchenette but was disappointed to find that there was nothing in the mini fridge except milk, bottles of water and a large bottle of orange juice. My stomach growled again. I know your hungry but growling like that will only wake everyone up! I patted my stomach and set off down the stairs. There had to be full kitchens in a house this size. As I walked down the stairs, I noticed a large grandfather clock on one of the landings. It was ticking away, its pendulum swinging slowly left to right. It truly was a beautiful clock and an antique. I noticed a few scratch marks on the side of the wooden panels. I st

As I gently scoop her up into my arms, her head falls back on my chest…she’s exhausted. I nod to my team, who are standing in the corner of the room; noticing Maddog is now in the room with them, he nods as he walks over to Dimitri taking a clock out of his pocket before placing it on the floor in front of Dimitri, smiling as I see Dimitri’s eyes widen in shock. The bastard knows what it is; I’m sure he’s used enough of them in the past. Maddog hums a tune as he leans down before he presses the button that sets the timer off.

Dana opened the door of the clock, her jacket sliding up to reveal a tattoo along her lower back. "I, um..." Where had that clock come from? He couldn't concentrate, staring at Dana's exposed ass. "I'll be right back." He ran into the kitchen. Tink was busy staring at his laptop computer, which she had unlocked again. "Don't touch anything on there," he told her, setting the pizza down on the table. Grabbing his wallet, he walked back out to the main room to find Dana giving the pendulum inside the clock a push. The entryway filled with the soft sounds of moving gears. The old clock's second hand started moving around the face of the clock. Dana's face lit up in excitement. "That is so cool!

Which made Jane step closer. "Are you interested?" Jacob asked, making Jane turn her head. "This clock is at Mommy's house. It's in Papa's study. Every time I accompany him to work, this clock accompanies me with its distinctive chime. I wonder if this clock is also made by Goojoo?" "There are only ten in the world. The wood carving was specially imported from overseas. The movement on this clock is also different from any other clock Goojoo has ever made. One of them is indeed in Mr. Charles' study."

This was my empire, my passion, my life—proof that I’d achieved the success and wealth I’d always strived for. As always, my eyes lingered on the impressive floor-to-ceiling antique clock against the wall. It was a lustrous deep brown, skillfully carved from black walnut wood into the shape of a wine bottle. It had cost me almost half as much as my car, as I had to commission it from one of the country’s most well-known custom furniture artists, Silvadore—or that was what he called himself—but it was also one of my proudest purchases.

He reached out and unpinned it from the clock’s face, the paper trembling in his hand. “I don’t know who,” Elliot said finally, his voice tight. “But whoever it is… they’ve been watching for a long time.” Emma joined him by the clock, her gaze shifting from the photograph to the cracked face of the timepiece. The clock’s hands ticked forward steadily, moving toward midnight. “It’s broken,” she said, frowning. “The glass is shattered, but it’s still running.” Elliot nodded. “It’s not just running. It’s counting down.”