Lady Tremaine Doll 소설 & 이야기

She crashes through its door and falls to the hard ground in an embarrassing heap. " Aw! " Meilin groans in pain, silently moving her hands and foot to make sure that nothing was broken. She moves to get off the ground when she sees a pair of sandals before her. Slowly, with dread, she raises her eyes to encounter Master Chang's furious eyes. She gulps, her heart sinking to her stomach. Suddenly she feels the urge to wee. Master Chang looks like a cloudy sky about to pour as he stares down at his clumsy doll. All around him, dignitaries are arriving in their fancy and expensive carriages, with loads of servants trailing behind him, and his one doll is making him look like a fool before them.

said Celea after watching herself in the mirror her black long hair was let open it fell down the waves made it look like a waterfall she had simple makeup wich consists of a small, thin eyeliner wing, mascara some silvery glitter eye shadow, blush and rosy lip gloss she had a soft light gray dress the color of her eyes, the dress had very long sleeves, the dress was tight at the top and loose at the bottom it was a soft look and it made her look like a fairy " of course you do, you are my dauther after all" said Bella proudly " indeed I am" " Now it's my turn to play dolls, sit down and I will prepare the both of you for the ball" Celea said looking at Bella and Kaya

Among the broken pieces and toppled figurines, two dolls stood upright, untouched, staring at me with their glassy, painted eyes. My breath hitched as I took a step closer, unable to tear my gaze away. It felt like my lungs had seized up, the room suddenly too small, too suffocating. I recognized them instantly. The first doll wore a bright red jacket, a tiny top hat perched at a jaunty angle on its head. In its small porcelain hand, it held a miniature whip—clearly a lion tamer. The second doll was equally striking, dressed in a striped leotard with exaggerated muscles stitched into its arms, like a cartoonish depiction of a circus strongwoman.

Tiffany sniffled again, her eyes ravaging him from his face to his shoes, then back to his face. There's only one thing that came up in her mind—she needs to feel him more, and she has to. It won't be free, and she could at least use the money for her mother's struggling cake shop. She'd blame this on tipsiness later, though she's in her right senses. She needs this, direly. She stepped closer, braving up. "I hear you hire sèx dolls for yourself nightly," she voiced, taking another step closer with throbbing throat.

Kinks: possession, doll fetish, rough sex Lila lay in her bed, the soft glow of her nightlight casting shadows across the room filled with her collection of dolls. At eighteen, she still clung to these childish comforts, especially on nights when her mind wandered to the forbidden stories she read in secret—tales of dark magic and hidden desires that made her cheeks flush. Her bedroom was a sanctuary of pastel walls and stuffed animals, but tonight, an unease prickled her skin. She shifted under the thin sheet, her soft pale body clad only in a loose tank top and panties, the summer heat making sleep elusive. Her wide eyes stared at the ceiling, curious thoughts swirling about the porcelain

Doll was losing his hold on trying to be clever as the truth of his situation set in. "Oh, no." Agent finished lubing the tool. "It's not. The edges have been filed to smooth rounds. I've heard it can be a fun sex toy if you like it a little rough. But we don't have time for that. Toms are arriving as we speak and you still have to be washed and dressed for the festivities." Agent went over to a kiln Doll hadn't noticed before. Opening the door he stuck the tool he had covered in dark goo into the blazing coals.

she said " what are you trying to do lite the candle" she asked " noo.... emmm what is this" I asked as I picked up a diamond like stone in her bag "oh! emmm... damon gave it to me.. or should I say he was going to give it to me, all i know is in whatsoever way or in anyway its mine now" clara said " it's ugly" I said " give it to me" she said dragging it from my hands.

He calmly smiles as he listens. “The loop of six.” Emie started, drawing a pentagram of time as she chanted the spell for him to see it for himself. “Winona Bell. The perfect doll is made from the blood of the Maiden, the blood of her creator, and another one. The doll that gave birth to a soul that should not exist. A gift that was given to the Maiden, and soon becomes the child that the crowns took as their child. Her memories are sealed. I want you to open it, Carlos.” Intrigued as he is quenched with the knowledge that is more than what he expects. He smiles, cunningly at that moment, as he asks.

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.

Sunlight streamed in through big windows, making the place feel warm and cosy. Amara giggled when she noticed the overall aesthetic matched her dress- a simple maxi dress with spaghetti straps. With blue base colour and yellow and pink flowers over it. A bow on each shoulders. On the counters, there were big bunches of roses, lilies, and daisies, all smelling amazing. Tall vases showed off orchids and tulips, looking super fancy. The florist greeted them warmly.