Laughing Jill Cosplay Novels & Stories

Dylan said, smiling as he knew this was goodbye. Jill smiled and apologised once more for all that she had put them through. As she looked around she realised she was glad to have met the people she now sees as her beloved family. Then with a running start she leaped off the platform and as she fell through the barrier she was digitised into nothing. Charles was summoned at once but couldn’t even begin to understand what had just happened.

surprise. I flashed them my ever sweet smile. Joseph's face turned sour. "What kind of smile is that, Jill! You look like Annabelle!" He, then, groaned. I just snorted. I remembered that my hair was in twin braids and I still had some baby bangs. I was wearing a light yellow dress. I do look like Anabelle. But I'm obviously prettier than her! "Are you going somewhere? Hanging out with your friends?" Mama walked to the table and sat down. When she looked at the bowls and dishes with lids, she was surprised to see that there was food in them. I just smiled.

"You do as well." Jill then suddenly appeared, completely ready. She wore a turquoise gown with short, puffy sleeves and a fine, voluminous skirt, faint sparkles brightening the fabric; white, long, princess gloves covered her skinny arms. Her light brown hair was in a crown braid neatly pinned away from her youthful, pale face; diamond jewelry glittered on her skin. "How do I look?" she wondered, twirling as a wide smile dominated her features. Lissa and I answered, "How do you look? You look heart-stopping gorgeous!"

He send me a dazzling smile, showing off his white teeth, shutting my brain once again off. Damn Vasilios! Flynn Vasilios P.O.V There were no words to describe how beautiful Jill looked tonight. Her short black dress, showed off her smooth tanned legs. Her eyes sparkled and the small smile on her face didn't fade since we left her apartment. If Jill would be a princess, she would be my princess. Her bright red lips were asking me to kiss them and her sparkling blue-green eyes held a mischievous glint. A little freak. My little freak.

Until she lost her consciousness and everything went black. “Ma’am, Freea is here,” one of the man reported to the old woman name Kelly Park. Kelly turned around then smiled. “Is she alone?” “Yes, ma’am. She came here alone.” “Good.” Kelly tilted her head back to the little girl. Jill had her lifeless eyes opened, like an oasis in the dessert that shows no color or emotion. She resembled a doll with strings around her whole body. “I told you. Your pretty face belongs to my collection,” the crazy woman murmured while caressing Jill’s cheek as if she’s holding a delicate glass. “Put this kid back to the room,” she asked the men. “Don’t you ever leave any scar on her body.”