Clockwork Doll Novels & Stories

The notes referred to a hidden chamber, accessible only through what Haverstone had cryptically labeled “the clock that doesn’t chime.” “The clock that doesn’t chime,” she repeated under her breath. Her eyes scanned the room, landing on a tall grandfather clock in the corner. It was ornate, its wood polished to a mirror-like sheen, but its hands were frozen at midnight, and it emitted no sound. Emma approached it cautiously, her heart pounding in her chest. The closer she got, the more she noticed the subtle details: carvings of the same triangular symbol along the edges, a keyhole hidden at its base. She dropped to her knees and examined it more closely. The keyhole was intricate, surrounde

she asked. The man nodded, “Yes. I am Angelo, by the way. The clock's keeper.” Jenna smiled wearily; this guy was a little creepy. He continued, “It has been said that this clock can send those true of heart back in time to fight for what they want. To change who they are, to become more. The legend says; that a young girl used this very clock to do just that. The legend says she was the queen of this castle, Queen Angela.” Jenna looked at the clock and then looked at the picture by it. Queen Angela stood by the clock; she posed for this picture. She looked marvelous; her long gown was to the floor, and the jewels from her crown sparked. "Wow, so she used this to become a Queen?”

“It’s not a bomb, is it?” “Well, I’m here. I wouldn’t want to bomb myself, would I?” Dante still doubted him. “Put the box beside him and open it.” He commanded the guy that tied Juan. A very beautiful clock was inside. It was decorated at the edges with pearls, it was beautiful. “This looks familiar. Take it to my office, I’ll come take a look at it later. But, why is the time wrong, don’t you know you should always set a time correctly.”

“He hung me up, I think. My throat’s been weird this whole morning. I thought I was coming down with something, but it felt kind of suffocating? So I think the doll probably got hung from something.” “Like those sunny dolls? What kind of kink is that?” I frowned and softly touched the doll’s neck. There was a sewing crease there, so it made sense for wrinkles to appear around that area. I could imagine the doll being tied up and hanging like a sunny doll. The more I looked, the more the sight of the crease began to irritate me. It almost looked like someone had wrapped a rope around its neck. I wanted nothing more than to smooth it out.

(DARK TWIST) “TICK-TOCK, TICK-TOCK!” The clock once more made its sound, as the sound of each second drew louder and louder with each passing moment. Daniela’s heart wanted to drop into the mix of odium and distress, but at the same time, she feels a sense of pity. Where she wanted to understand everything that is going on, for she knew that the two people that is being tempted and the one tempting are in the same shoes of being manipulated by Him.

‘ ‘ And I can pay even with a soul left… ‘ “Please, end this, “ Dahlia muttered. “ Yes, but the goddess didn’t go back. The time resets when the watch is already in her son’s hands. The goddess just stays in her place and just watching from afar with her sister, the current guardian of the clock. “ V stated. K Whatever frowned, “ Then, have they been watching the whole eleven timelines repeating?! “ “ Yes, “ “ Wow, talked about family. “ “ They couldn’t do anything about. Not until… “ V didn’t finish his words. “ I’m sorry, I talked too much, I can not share more information other than that. “ “ Meh~ “ K Whatever shrugged. KNOCK! KNOCK! “ DAHLIA! HURRY UP! “ K Whatever was startled by the lo

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!"

Night exclaimed entering in only to see Sandra trembling in pain “where is the clock?” Bella walked towards them “ he broke it” Shade replied “what!” bella yelled “it was out of anger” Night replied trying to justify his actions “ that is why she started having pain in her heart” Bella exclaimed in frustration ‘what do you mean?” Night questioned “ are you really stupid? The clock is connected to her . Any damage done to the clock would hurt the person connected with it. The clock can repair itself by taking energy from the person connected to it. so the clock is taking energy from Sandra but since she lack it it’s affecting her body hence she is feeling all the pain”

“The dial is enamelled with Roman numerals, and there is a trace of wear right here, I’ll give you that. Time can do that to even a marvelous tour de force…Just look at us, ha ha! “Look here. The dial is signed J. Béliard—the clockmaker’s signature, yes. One can tell just how much love and labor the artisan put into this. The pendulum right here…The rope is made of silk, and the bell is silver-plated bronze. God…” Barney sighed. “Simply beautiful. Come, my friend, hold out your hand. Feel it!” Barney sure made a great sales pitch, but Javier was not buying it. He shot another noncommittal look at the clock and suddenly felt an electrifying tinge of intrigue. The mantle! Something among the m

Research: “What are we doing here?” Nora asked as they stepped into the dusty old shop. “Research.” Jace answered as he approached the counter. Nora looked around, the store was filled with items she could have swore came from her grandmother's home. Old tea sets, dollies, vintage vase, and glasses. A large mirror hung next to an old grandfather clock. The clock began to ring out as the hour struck. Nora stepped away from Jace who was talking quietly to the store owner. The dongs from the clock memorized her. She found herself standing in front of the clock watching the pendulum bob swing back and forth. She glanced up at the time and tried to focus on it. It was fuzzy and she couldn't make