Manananggal Doll Novels & Stories

The woman with short hair was dreamy. Marra smiled faintly as she put some medium-sized octopus tentacles into a black plastic bag. "Pinangat, are you from Bicol?" The sad-faced woman looked at Marra and nodded. "You know. Then I'll cook adobong pugita instead." "That was very good, Auntie. Next time I'll leave out the catfish, tuna, and sardines so you can make pinangat. I promise." Marra gave the woman the black plastic.

I nodded begone reading it, “Ang mga presyo ay 7 Fells bawat litro ng harina, 1 Nars ng mantikilya, 6 Fells bawat kalahating kilong mantika, 1 Nar 3 Fells bawat kalahating kilong cream, 8 Nars bawat kalahating kilong marquis black tea…” As I was reading it the woman was knocking her stall in some patterns. She smiled and said, “baliwalain nyo na lang yung pinaka huli, isa yung oras. Tignan mo ang unahang pahina, mamakita mo kung saan mo mabilli ang lahat ng nabanggit.” She continue to knock on the wood. My eyes lighten in enlightenment. Agad ko naman tinignan ang unang pahina, there’s a shop called Kerl.

she answered me. "Oh, that guy is kinda overreacting--- no, he's indeed overreacting like that much overreacting," I whispered softly as I looked down. I feel like my throat get dry from what just manang have said. Manang: This word is use to define or to call the attention of the old ladies here in Philippines. More likely women that are aged 40 and above. This is a sign of respecting too. "Manang, C-can I ask for water?" I look at her and asked shyly.

Celea said while lightly pinching her chubby cheeks Nayeli than took the crown off her head and started chowing on the flowers adorably, action that made Celea chuckle " Who would see you, would think that we starve you, what are you, a bee ? " " Here you can eat this instead " Celea took out a bag with cookies that she often carried around. They were soft ofcourse so Nayeli could eat them, they had honey as the star ingredient, Celea didn't really liked sweets but she still carried some with her to share with Nayeli and Carmen this was the only reason she had them with her since those two are the biggest sweets lovers she knew and she enjoyed watching them eat so if was a win, win situation

I managed to squeak out of my throat. “Yes, what?” I asked planting a small peck on Sunshine’s bottom lip. God, she tastes divine almost like sweet wine. She was catnip to me, and she didn’t even know it. “Yes, I want your gift” I murmured. I pulled my face away, disappointed I couldn’t have more of her, If I didn’t hold myself together then I would be taking more than a kiss. “What kind of Doll is he?” she asked. I reached over and sat the doll on the Edge of the bed “He is a special toy that I made a very long time ago, I carved him out of a very special magical tree where I’m from and infused him with shadow magic”

Amara twirled around. “Should I wear a necklace? No, I think a pendant will be fine..." She nervously looked around for a piece of jewellery. Would it be too much if she wore long earrings instead of these studs? No, these were looking good. Amara contemplated with anxiousness while Martha just chuckled. "Don't worry, Master Adrian won't mind even if you wear a potato sack. He'd still find you attractive." Martha's words just heightened her uneasiness and she let out a stifled sigh.

she said with an accent that ,doesn't belong in Malta. I snorted “Dream and desire? Weird.” Kim slapped my arm and gave the shopkeeper an apologetic smile. The shopkeeper laughed and pulled Kim towards the rows of antiques and shells that had been broken and designed into different things like bracelets, anklets and necklaces. She picks up one anklet and shows it to Kim. “This is made up of a rare and precious shell from the southern Pacific. It is said that it belongs to the long lost tribe of Mahulu.”

What if there was protection within the system? Before she could snap back to herself, Nolan took a small item out of his backpack and walked over. He didn’t bend down, only extended his hand. “Here.” It was a hand-stitched doll—a penguin. It had rounded lines and innocent eyes, awkwardly cute. “I don’t play with these,” Angela said, clearly uninterested. Only then did Nolan squat down. “It has something fun about it. You just haven’t found it yet.” He offered it to her again.

he inquired, turning to the vendor behind the stall with genuine interest. The vendor, a jovial man with a welcoming smile, was eager to share his knowledge. "Tanghulu are a traditional Chinese snack made by skewering fruits, usually strawberries or grapes, and dipping them in a hot sugar syrup until they're coated in a shiny, crunchy shell," he explained, gesturing to the assortment of skewers before him. "They're a popular street food in China, and they're as delicious as they are beautiful. Care to give them a try?"

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.