Manananggal Doll Novels & Stories

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.

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.

He stopped and a purple-pinkish spell circle appeared in front of him. "Bloodline Magic: Marionette Master-M.M!" he called forth, activating the spell circle that summoned an adorable human-looking girl that looked to be the same age as Julian. The doll had light blonde hair kept in twin-tails tied at the back of her head. Her attire consisted of a cute sweets-themed lolita style dress with added accessories. "M.M? No way...?! Is that really the same doll as before?" There was a legit reason for Mai's skepticism, seeing how the last time Julian introduced them to M.M she resembled more of a doll and less like a human.

Maxine declared after listening to them. “A Manananggal can separate its lower body from its upper body and it can sprout wings from its back. It transforms at night only. It can easily take the shape of a human because it morphs from a human. The only way to destroy the creature is to detach its upper body from its lower body and rub salt on the lower half so its torso can’t re-connect. The body should stay that way until the sunrise,” “That’s rather upsetting,” Romos commented. “From this point on, I am taking a pack of salt with me everywhere.”

It has fangs as if it was going to eat us, yikes! “This is called Manananggal, they can sever their upper torso and sprout bat-like wings. They’re a normal person at day but they search at night for their victims to kill. The Manananggal you’re seeing is just a dummy from my power so it’s not as powerful as the real one.” She explained. Orlene and I ran quickly. It would chase us, its long dirty tongue trying to get us. “Use your weapons!” Amansinaya shouted. Yeah right, totally forgot about that!