Emperor Norton Doll Novels & Stories

Her hands were animated, emphasizing every moment. "I was rushing to buy this Princess Belle doll for Graycen, her favourite. You know how kids are, they fixate on something, and it's like their whole world revolves around it," Nora began. "So, I rush to the mall, and there it is—the last Princess Belle doll on the shelf. I was thrilled!" As she continued the story, Nora's voice conveyed the anticipation she felt that day, "I approached the shelf and this handsome stranger was taking the doll. I asked him if I could have it for my daughter, but he refused. I thought that was incredibly rude of him."

"Miss Rossi. It's Nico Torrino." My blood runs cold. Nico. Damien's most trusted man. "What do you want?" "Easy now, bella. Just a business call." His voice is relaxed, but I know the danger beneath it. "I have no business with the Costellos." "Oh, but we do," Nico chuckles. "I'm calling on behalf of an anonymous collector. He wants you to restore a painting. The price is very generous." "I don't take anonymous commissions." "Not even for a million dollars?"

"I thought you said the Emperor did not want to be disturbed?" Inal asked stepping back out of the dark room. "The emperor has gone on a stroll and asked that if anyone comes looking for him I should tell them that he doesn't want to be disturbed," Tiartu said. "Mother, I am glad to have found you here, "Aranar Enlim said. Aranar Enlim was the crown prince and he was just nine years of age. He had been looking around for his mom for a while.

“Mr. John! Oh, please—by all means—enlighten the lady!” "But I-" John choked on his spit, his wide eyes pleading with his boss not to put him up to this. "Tell me," she asked, looking at John. “It—it’s a sex toy,” he stammered, trying his best to avoid eye contact with her. Her brows knitted. “A sex toy? How do you play with that?” Zane left them there, still laughing, but his amusement didn’t last. Not when around ten minutes later he felt her presence at his doorway.

Flora quickly walked towards her daughter and placed her arms around her. Nadi responded and clung to her mother’s arms, but she held on tightly to her doll and did not take her eyes off Emil. Nadi eyed Emil suspiciously, her eyebrows pushing towards each other. Emil saw the angry look on Nadi’s face and turned to Flora. “Your daughter’s doll,” said Emil. “My daughter used to have a doll just like it.” Flora looked at Nadi’s doll which she hugged tightly. “You mean Kay?” Flora asked Emil. “I bought that doll for Nadi last Christmas. I remember that it was quite a popular toy back then.”

But you be careful. Rachel laughed, feeling warmed at Zoey's words. But Zoey's attention was back to the dress. "Attagirl!!! You are gonna kill the shit out of it!!" Zoey yelled, not hiding her appreciation.. ~ "Wow!! You look stunning!" Norbert spoke, after a sharp intake of breath. He had called earlier to inform her he was outside her dorm. Rachel rewarded him with a leer. "Good evening." She clutched her jacket to herself.. it hid the dress completely. The Norbert Karter.. a.k.a Mr Casanova was in for a surprise.

Ferdinand was dumbstruck, filling the silence with whatever words linked up on his tongue. “Sure.” Draco acknowledged his statement. “You look… powerful.” Ferdinand hadn’t seen the old dragon since the reign of the old tyrant king… no, a couple of years ago when he asked for the nails. Draco hadn’t aged a day, his skin covered in bright ink, his eyes liquid tar, his arrogant face. “You look so much like your father,” Draco noted. “The old tyranny who dares to injure my baby son.” He ground his teeth at the last sentence. “I hear they call you the Ambitious Emperor of The Unknown now.”

"He was very responsible. He also ate four dinosaur-shaped chicken nuggets and approximately seventeen cookies. I don't know where he puts it all." "Growing boy," Clara said, ruffling Colt's hair. "Tell me more. What else happened?" "Everything! Emory showed me her room it's pink and purple and has a bed with curtains like a princess and we played dinosaurs for hours, and she has a dollhouse that's as tall as me, and Auntie Imogen taught us how to make shadow puppets on the wall, and Mr. Kingsley said I could come back anytime, and—" Colt paused to take a breath. "And Emory's cast is gone! Her arm is all better now!"

I tried to console him, “Hey, hey. Calm down, okay? It’s alright. We can always go back to the temple and get you another one.” “No! The doll and I are connected! I can feel what happens to it!” “Connected?” I cleared my throat, “Just because you’re handsome doesn’t mean I’ll believe everything that comes out of your mouth, dude.” “No! You don’t get it! I can actually feel everything that’s done to the doll!” I smiled and calmed myself before replying, “I told you the doll was weird, didn’t I? So, what happened to it?” “I gave it away. I gave it to one of the more handsome ones when we were at the park yesterday.”

It smelled of dirt. “I won’t, darlin’. I promise.” She rocked him. “I’m so fucking scared.” “Me too.” Emily kissed his forehead. He was hot to the touch. Emily pulled the needle through Natalia, her daughter’s doll, and yanked the thread. The black button eye drew back into place. “There you go,” Emily said, handing the toy over. It was seven-thirty in the evening, Jordan was already passed out in their bedroom, and it was time for Lucette to turn in. The little girl took the doll in her arms and held it to her chest.