Clockwork Doll Novels & Stories

My stomach twisted violently at the thought, and I had to steady myself, my fingers curling slowly at my sides. “Julian,” I called, my voice tight, strained. He stepped forward immediately, his brows furrowed in confusion. “Yes, Ms. Rhonda?” I pointed at the dismantled clock, my eyes not leaving the small, evil-looking camera. “Since when has that clock been there?” He blinked, clearly not expecting that question. “That clock?” he muttered, glancing between me and the wall. He paused, thinking. “It’s been there for a long time. Since your grandfather was still in office, I believe.”

It was a clock. And time was running out.

Celine whimpers softly, “But she had this one made for me. It won’t be the same. She won’t be in it as much now.” He sighs, and rests a hand on her shoulder, then takes her hand. “Come. Please?” She reaches for George and he helps her up. He nods and he walks them into the chateau. He brings them to a grandfather clock that George hadn’t seen before, but she had mentioned a grandfather clock once that Archie had made for her. “I made this for you, because she asked me to. And because she knew that I love clockwork things.” She smiles and nods, he opens the face and reveals the mechanism behind it.

Its vacant chime rebounding off the high vaulted ceilings of my chambers. A clock I had made a long time ago. It was made during a time where I believed that death was nearing me. A young woman who I had loved dearly, who I believed loved me. But when she realised the depths of my depravity, she turned on me, just like the rest. The clock was enchanted to ring out when death was nearing. I had never heard the clock strike until this night. And now I knew that the reaper was, finally, knocking at my door.

“Why did the witches find Barbara's place being held captive this late? We won't have time to save that girl!” Rokan Allegro took a few steps forward and patted Linda on the shoulder once with understanding. “Don't worry, Mrs. Alexander. We've sent a select group of witches over there. We will never let Sacred Wolvire fall into Hugo's hands, I promise.” “But they will still be late!” Aryadi interrupted loudly from where he was sitting. Rokan Allegro raised his hand as if he was going to stop something. “They used Body Transfer to go there. It will only take five hours. Pretty quicker than if a vampire or shifter darted over there.”

He will again take control over me. Before I could do anything the devil inside me said," You are becoming weak again. What's all this doll!! My doll!! Don't forget about your revenge. You are a ruthless mafia and there is no mercy inside you. Don't forget this!" My head is again spinning and my mood is again ruining. I took out another pill from my pocket and gulped it down. If this situation continues then one day I will become crazy.

he asked, leaning forward slightly, refocusing on the painting. I signed my paintings with my alias, Abigale Rourke, however, hidden somewhere in all of my artwork where my real initials, HD for Hycinth Diamonte. I pointed to two swirls by the wolf's ear. Luca nodded. My glance drifted away from the painting and landed on another piece of artwork. I hadn't created this one. Instead, we'd found it at a local flea market, and it was one of my favorite pieces in the loft. A massive, metal steampunk-looking clock with interlocking gears. The time on the clock face jolted me out of our softly-spoken moment.

Then again she had just been so relieved and giddy that she had been able to hopefully help impress Lucas into making a deal with Nathaniel. By the time the girls were back in the den, clean of sweat and glitter and all tucked up in their cots under layers of blankets and clothing to fight off the cold, Chloe had all but forgotten about her meeting with the mysterious British werewolf. Sleep came quickly, pulling her into its warm embrace when her dreams were filled with sultry hazel eyes that would glow gold. She wasn't sure how long she had been asleep but she was pulled from her dreams by someone shaking her.

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.”

Hearing Wanda’s confession, the soul in the lantern started to talk. “What do you want from me?” Smiling, Wanda let the insanity gleam in her eyes. “Oh, I want many things. Your body is a very good fertiliser for my flowers and trees. It’s the best we’ve seen in a century, so I’m afraid I can’t give that back. However, I have something even better for you. I have a doll that you might have heard about when you signed up for the NNN Challenge. That new android love doll is a modern voodoo doll meant to stimulate sexual arousal in our tentacle workers for better work efficiency. However, I want to make one without any curses for you.”