Cracked Porcelain Doll Novels & Stories

At this time, the other person had entered the store, standing in front of a glass case full of porcelain dolls. Oralie followed her and saw that what Selina was staring at was a very beautiful doll. The doll has bright red lips, just like this vampire's red lips. The doll has long, straight brown hair, and her eyes are adorned with green, which is a bright color, but this bright color gives it an extremely cold look. The combination of arrogance and nobility emanating from it was beautiful. The more delicately crafted clothes that brought out that pretentiousness, the more nobility emanated from them.

“What’s in there?” He reached forward and, working the latch, lifted the lid. “You tell me.” “Dumb as shit slow chick,” he said. The bat fell. “A doll?” She glanced in to see the bent, broken body of Tits. “A really big doll? She’s naked. Why is she naked?” Missing the shoulder, the bat bounced off the front of Freckle’s head with a crack. “ ‘Why is she naked?’” he said, mocking her. “Why do you have a nasty doll?” She’d turned away. “That’s weird.”

Fine fractures shimmered through parts of the Queen's robes where the glass had once shattered, catching the afternoon light in delicate silver threads that no amount of craftsmanship could ever entirely erase. Strangely, she was grateful for the scars. Perfection would have been a lie; a replacement, not a resurrection. This one had survived. Arkael reached out then, not to the Queen herself, but to the weathered timber frame supporting the immense work of art. His broad hand rested there with surprising gentleness. "We could have commissioned a new one." Adelaide looked towards him. "It would have been quicker." His fingers brushed lightly over one repaired section of leadwork before his g

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.

Layered. “I am not an empty vessel,” I said, standing in the illusion. “I am not a cup for the moon to pour into and pour out of. I am a person. I chose this bond.” I reached up and touched the mirror. “Break,” I said. It did. The glass shattered without cutting me, dissolving into harmless light that rained down and then evaporated. The elders vanished. The temple peeled away. The Veil’s half-light replaced it, the serpent’s presence shriveling like a slug dashed with salt.

The doll cackled fiendishly, it's cackling was so loud that my windows began to vibrate. “JESUS CHRIST!” I blurted and quickly reached for the remote; turned down the volume and covered my eyes with my fingers. Through the tiny slits in my fingers, I peeked as the doll pounced on the girls face. A grotesque, cheshire smirk upon it's pale-white face. It's rows of terribly stained teeth flashed like daggers under a full moon. As the doll tried to plunge it's spiky teeth into the girls flawless face, the brightness from the television disappeared and the house plunged into total darkness.

One of them dropped a delicate porcelain doll, which shattered on the floor with a sharp crack. Ryan rushed forward and bent down to pick up the broken pieces. It was a doll he'd brought back from Russia a year ago—a small trinket he'd picked up on a whim while traveling. It wasn't expensive. Just a simple souvenir. But he remembered how much Harper had loved it. He even teased her about it at the time, joking that a girl from a wealthy family like hers must've seen far better things. But she had just looked up at him and smiled, her eyes brimming with affection.

“This is a doll that our finest crafter has created. He specializes in creating replicas. He is detailed down to the mere centimeters. Each is a perfect copy-“ Mykhol explains in a prominent voice that carries through the room. But here he stops to look over his shoulder at the doll. And as if on cue, his smile drops. A furrow bends his brow as if he only noticed the problem. “But I see the maker has made a grievous error. “ Mykhol carries on as if it was also a shock to him. He moves to take my bread into his hand. “Such an error.” Mykhol goes again. Behind him, I hear a snicker. “What a shame, “ Someon eles follows before they stifle a laugh.

At the very center of the table sat an Evil Doll. The doll was only about half a foot tall, dressed in a kimono. The silk fabric shimmered with an eerie luster in the dimness, embroidered with intricate golden vine patterns. Some of the gold threads had already worn out, revealing the dark base beneath, resembling dried bloodstains.

" * Pftt* ... By the way, why are you holding dolls? Was there like a sale out there or something and you discovered your creepy plangonologist side? What? Your girlfriend keeping you on a tight leash, so you're fucking dolls now?" ".... Ohhhh... Yeah, that's definitely it. You know I was really tempted with this one doll that was on sale because it really looks like you." "* Scoffs* Brat. There's no way they sell old man dolls, now do they?" " They do! It's called grandpa Galahad and it comes with 3 very kinky kinds of underwear. " " That's disturbing in so many ways. " V4 shuddered. I slowly hold one of the dolls really close to his face and wait. V4 turns to look at me and was shocked to