Deku Doll Novels & Stories

“But… ‘a few’ is… relative, Mommy.” Javier lifted the duty free bag like it was exhibit A. “A few for Dedushka means: everything he can pay for before the Russian banking system gets suspicious.” Poppy grinned, showing off her small row of teeth. “I choose pony, Lego, doctor kit, drawing set, doll that can blink, and one… what name, Uncle?” “Remote control car,” Javier supplied. “Which she said wasn’t for Poppy, but ‘for Mommy, so Mommy can race with me’.”

“This one’s from you and Daddy Mercer?” Kade sits beside me on the couch, watching her. “Yeah, open it.” She rips the paper carefully, she's not like most kids who would destroy the wrapping paper in the process. When she finally pulls off the wrapping, she gasps, eyes going huge. A porcelain doll, dressed in an elegant Victorian gown, her face painted delicately, her curls perfect. Harlow stares at it, completely still, before looking up at us, her lip trembling slightly. “She’s so pretty,” she whispers.

MAYUMI DEAN Among the perfect human chimera that defies the basic rule and knowledge of the forbidden science of alchemy, she is the only doll whose body is in its animal original form of a rabbit. Taken as a pet by the maiden, she is a mischievous one whose presence and identity are not known by anyone. A perfect facade of her real assassin’s mission to find the sins and guard the maiden.

What is her relationship with the blonde? “Tell me about her,” she demands from her head servant, her tone slightly excited. The head servant’s brow furrows. “The Queen?” Concubine Su glares at the older woman for being slow. “No, the blonde servant. Who is she?” The head servant thinks, gathering all the information she had of the blonde. There isn’t a lot. “She is a doll. Came with the merchant, but ended up being gifted to the King, who gifted her to the Queen.”

All at once, Lee broke away from the group, making his way to one of the time-stilled conveyor belts. “I bet the grandkids would like this.” He said to his wife, picking up one of the nearly finished dolls and twisting it this way and that in observation. “I don't know, it's not even painted all the way.” Martha noticed the doll had bright red hair and pale skin, its sculpted face somehow reminding Tina of a hedgehog she had kept as a child. It was paint or no paint, pretty adorable. “That adds to it, don't you think?” Lee asked. “Makes it more special, part of history.”

Sasha snarled. "We don't have a choice," Mia said. "Whenever a werewolf turns eighteen, they get sent to human school. As Pure human. We can't get discovered, or else—" "Or else war breaks out," I finished grimly. "Anyway," Cici interrupted, her tone shifting to something more mischievous, "tomorrow's dress code is slutty." I blinked. "What?" "Dress slutty," she repeated. "I'm serious. It's the only way to survive that hellhole. The humans respect confidence. Show skin. Wear makeup. Be bold."

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.

It generally only took a moment of careful contemplation before the face began to speak to her, and then the paintbrush would begin to dance in her hand, and before she knew it, there was a jovial smiling face looking up at her. After each layer of flesh-toned paint, the doll would need to be fired. Since the kiln was located elsewhere on the property, Serendipity relied heavily on Maevis to take away her sweet friends and bring them back unharmed in a timely fashion. She had eventually come accustom to taking leave from one companion for a spell only to be reunited with her once more time and again, finding solace in another equally precious individual as she waited, until at last the paint

Kenzie commented as she flipped through the doll. "This doll was made and sewn by Mommy herself as my fourth birthday present." Alea proudly told her story and it made Kenzie stay where she was. There was a strange feeling in her heart as she heard Alea's story.

I placed the bag between Mom and me and took out what was inside. It was a twelve-inch unclothed PVC baby boy doll, all cuddly and soft, swaddled in a fern-green and blue blanket. My expression morphed into pure terror. Rigid in dread, I shook with inner tremors. “A doll?” Mom took the toy from me, examining every inch of the mystery item. Dad and Uncle Duke spared curious glances for only a moment before going back to their documents. My icy glare rose to Jakub, but he was too busy fidgeting with his folded fingers to notice.