Cracked Porcelain Doll Novels & Stories

The ensuing light illuminated the trinkets lining up her bed to her periphery vision. Vivian stiffened when her eyes glazed over a small, palm-sized porcelain doll sitting at the head of her bed. It was the male partner of the pair of dolls. She had stuffed the grinning, happy doll into her mother’s suitcase before her parents left, the one that was supposed to have returned to Liam. Her hands were shaking as she seized the doll and examined it. When she found a small, blemish-like black spot on the doll’s eyebrow, tears poured out of her eyes.

Murong Cheng sullen face, gazed deeply at old ghost Huang, a long time, said, "This time if she is fine, I will forget about the previous things, but if you lie to me again ......" Huang old ghost shivered, just about to give Murong Cheng kneeled, "I want to have half a false word, call me heavenly thunder shall not die well!" Only then did Murong Cheng retract his gaze. Then look at the hand of the doll, full of pain, reached out and touched the doll's hair, and pinch its face, hair is high temperature silk, face is resin material, touching the smooth and smooth and soft, but worse than the feel of his original baby ......

He cursed angrily and could only turn around and walk in front of him in a low voice, saying, "Don't you hurry up? Do you want to be a drowned rat Qingzhi took off his coat and draped it over her head, holding her hand and laughing, "Let's go —— —— Snow Cecy, who returned to the apartment, began opening the gifts. Alice gave away a pair of very cute crystal dolls. From the texture, the crystals are not cheap, and the doll's image is very close to Snow Cecy.Terrence Edmin. At first glance, it was meticulously crafted by someone. Snow Cecy really likes it. Place this pair of dolls on the bedside table.

I believe it. Petra seems satisfied with the smile and turns her attention to the doll, adjusting its position in her lap with the focused care of someone managing a responsibility. The doll is well-loved in the way that children's things get well-loved — one eye slightly looser than the other, the hair on one side worn smooth from repeated handling, a patch on the left arm in fabric that doesn't quite match. "This is Rue," Petra says, holding the doll up for my inspection. "She doesn't talk either."

He grunted, "Damn, this toy is as heavy as a human." Daniel explained, "It's made to match a real body one-to-one. Even the parts are carefully replicated." George admired my body, his eyes wandering all over, making my body burn. I never once expected a stranger to look at me that way. A burning desire deep in me instantly lit up. He fondled my fullness, then let his hands wander to my waist before placing them on my abdomen. He lifted my skirt to admire my bottom half. To make things more convincing, Daniel had not let me wear any underwear.

He pulled out the hardest pieces, the most delicate fractures, testing me like he expected me to fail. Maybe he wanted me to, but Dylan hadn’t been wrong. I had potential. Dylan demonstrated the drilling technique once, just once, and I got it. Even now, my fingers twitched slightly at the memory, recalling the precision, the control. Drilling was the foundation of porcelain repair… and the hardest part. One slip, one wrong angle, and the entire piece would shatter beyond saving. But I didn’t slip. I didn’t break it. I got it right the first time.

“I like an Ace in my deck of cards. You are something special. I will keep you." “But you have to promise never to tell anyone what you know. Do we have a deal or not?" Seeing the excitement in its eyes, I was tempted to push my luck a little. “I will do it if you throw in a gadget," I said nervously. My fingers crossed. The doll's smile widened. It pulled out a heart shaped pink vile. “How about I give you a love portion?" it asked rhetorically. “With just one of these, you can turn three of your companions into your love slaves."

Upon seeing that there was no reaction, everyone burst into laughter again. "Ho-ho! I'm dying from laughing. Is this guy here as a joke? That's 30 million dollars down the drain. I've never seen anyone try to impress a girl like him! I can't anymore… Somebody help me. I can't stand on my legs from all this laughing." However, Woody simply ignored the sneers and channeled another stream of power again. Then, the surface of the pearl cracked, and a small part of the stone broke into a series of web-like cracks that quickly spread across its entire surface.

But I didn’t move. Dolls don’t beg. That night, he fucked me bent over his antique chaise, calling me “his porcelain girl” as he thrust deep and slow, one hand tangled in my hair, the other gripping the corset like reins. I came three times. He didn’t let himself finish until I collapsed. Then came the final gift: the mask. Delicate. Hand crafted. White porcelain with long lashes, pink cheeks, and lips parted in a permanent gasp. He held it to my face and whispered

Flora swallowed hard and took the napkin off and saw the most horrible thing ever: a human-length sex doll, wearing a white nightgown similar to hers and crucified on the cross. And of course, the sex doll had Flora's exact face and body shape. It was even wearing the same nightgown. There was tissue and plastic in a corner of the room, there were some weird machines too. Flora guessed it right: Claude was also the one who made that doll, that creepy masterpiece. To that point, Flora had used all the braveness she had. The truth was clear: Claude is as sick as Jack. Maybe even worse. Flora's mind was thinking about one only thing: She has to run away before the painted desires turn to real d