Emperor Norton Doll Novels & Stories

Aurora was utterly content. The receiving of gifts was went by uneventfully. The only novelty among the treasures sent from all parts of the globe was from Lord Turpilius. He had gifted the Empress a small painted portrait of himself. "Lord Turpilius thinks very highly of himself. What am I supposed to do with this?" She asked of no one in particular. Chief Zan, who was looking on the event with interest, smirked, "I suggest Emperor Devrim use it for target practice."

He had been slapped. He was an Immortal Emperor. As an Immortal Emperor, he had been slapped in the face. It was too unbelievable. The most important thing was that this was not the fighting style of the Immortal Emperor. An Immortal Emperor could destroy stars at will. How could a powerful Immortal Emperor touch a person like a rogue? During the ancient war, he was already an Immortal Emperor. No one knew how long he had lived. This was the first time he had been slapped.

She stares wide-eyed at the Queen who just emerged from the inner chamber. Yuelan’s notes the guilty look on her servant’s face and decides to mess with her. She heard what the servant said about the doll. Not necessarily true. The doll is just someone she is using to distract herself from her horrid marriage, but she can’t have her personal servant spewing nonsenses. The girl needs to learn to keep her mouth shut. “Who am I obsessed with?” She questions in a calm tone like she is having a conversation about the weather with servant. While she waits for the servant to answer her question, she strides to set table and takes a sit. Suddenly she feels very farmish.

"Put it on, Camilla." Hearing that fake name out of his mouth always felt like a slap. It was a constant reminder that to the rest of the world, Elera didn't exist anymore. I was a ghost playing a part in a game I didn't understand. I took the dress into the adjoining bathroom, my hands trembling slightly as I slipped out of my oversized t-shirt and stepped into the expensive fabric. It fit perfectly, clinging to my curves and leaving my entire back exposed to the cool air. When I stepped back into the bedroom, Adrian was waiting. He held a small, black leather strap in his hand. Before I could ask what it was, he dropped to one knee in front of me.

By the window, Neo watched as cars departed from the neighborhood. He reached out, slowly drawing the curtains closed. Picking up the zombie doll from the floor, he placed it on a shelf in the small room. Then he walked over to the cabinet furthest inside and pulled open the drawer. Inside the drawer lay a row of handmade dolls. They were all tattered and strange-looking. Some were missing arms, some had broken legs. Others had their mouths sewn shut, their faces expressionless. These dolls all bore a striking resemblance to Jenny. Neo picked up one of the dolls, looking at its broken arm, his eyes filled with a chilling sense of foreboding.

++++++++++ Another one of my witch ex-friends had a favorite toy… She liked it so much, that she brought it to her dorm that’s inside the campus. I’m not sure which residence hall that was but it’s in a fairly high-end one. This toy was a hard plastic doll that had long blond-brown hair and dark blue eyes that closed whenever you put it down on its back. This doll has a lot of stories connected to it since my friend is so proud of her. This is her favorite out of all of them: Back when she was around 5-6 years old, she had a nanny who was extremely mean. She was the type who seemed like an angel when in front of her parents but became demon-like when they were alone.

Just like every other day, Esmeralda descended the stairs slowly, hugging the Barbie doll Annabelle had gotten her on her fifth birthday. Staring at the doll now, Jade couldn't help but wonder if she practiced Halloween with it, owing to the plucked out eyes and torn ears. The doll looked more like the fairytale evil step mother, gaping stiffly with empty sockets and twisted nose, but her doll was the least of Jade's problems. "Good evening, ma'am." Esmeralda's nanny greeted, emerging from the room upstairs, Jade wondered if she had been so lost that she hadn't noticed her behind Esmeralda all along.

(DARK INTEREST) “BORN without a soul. Created by the materials of ceramic and glass. A lifeless doll at first, that is gifted by life from the person that she once calls her father. The beautiful doll that was gifted to a princess, who ends up wishing to be her daughter.” Reading a book that is just like any other peculiar ones that she owns. Emie is taking notes of the past and life of one of them. “North, east, south, and west.”

The important thing is that it was possible to hide the damage, and it wasn't even that much. “Oliver once built a robot at the metallurgy to be his girlfriend, she was called Emanuelle because of those p**n movies she had at the time...” Mr. Anton says and I start laughing, my father does the same and Oliver looks embarrassed. “I was years old! I had a lot of hormones!” He tries to justify himself. “I nicknamed the doll Emanuelle Brass... he gave the doll some big tits...” Mr. Anton says laughing too and a while later even Oliver is laughing.

Nathaniel, who usually spent his time approving multi-million dollar infrastructure loans, was now carefully checking the shipping speed for a sparkle Unicorn Mane Set for Emma as she has demanded one. "Brian," Nathaniel called out without looking up from the screen. Brian appeared in the doorway, looking exhausted. "Yes, Sir?" "Go to that new toy boutique on Fifth Avenue. Emma needs the Limited Edition Royal Starlight Doll. Get her what she wants.” Brian blinked, looking at his boss who once fired a manager for being five minutes late and was now dancing on a cute little angel’s fingers. Brian nodded and sighed. "On it, Sir." The afternoon began to pass and the mansion felt different. The s