Okiku Doll Novels & Stories

At the very center of the table sat an Evil Doll. The doll was only about half a foot tall, dressed in a kimono. The silk fabric shimmered with an eerie luster in the dimness, embroidered with intricate golden vine patterns. Some of the gold threads had already worn out, revealing the dark base beneath, resembling dried bloodstains.

“Of course not. He’s just an ordinary friend.” As if he did not hear her explanation, the salesperson brought her to the shelf on the other side of the shop. “Anyway, he’s just a man. And as long as he’s a man, no matter how old he is, he’ll have the playful mind of a full-grown boy. These figurines are the best-sellers in our store.” Lucy looked at the various figurines displayed on the racks—there were anime characters and mechas. She took a glance at the price tags and was surprised. “Are all these toys so expensive?”

“You don’t like them? I told Diego we should get something more grand and you weren’t a kid but he kept saying you’d find them cute and you’ll like them and your chance of rejecting them would be low…I’m going to kill him…” He was literally fuming. “It’s not as if I don’t like them but what are they called?” “Oh.” He breathed and then sat beside me. He took the armless doll and explained. “This is called the kokeshi doll, as the seller said, they’re known for their hand-painted faces, floral patterns and lack of arms and legs.” He then picked up the cat. “What did she called this again? Oh, the Maneki Neko, aka, lucky cat, they’re often gotten to attract luck, wealth of happiness and I got t

It was definitely going to be something being publicized in the papers. Alpha Wulfgard having fun with a boy at the park? Or worst, Nikolai Wulfgard with a boy that looked like him! “Why do want that red haired doll? Are you into dolls, Kiko?” Nikolai frowned as he saw Teddy was smiling while caressing the doll’s hair. “It is a present for my Mommy. This Princess doll looks like her. My Mommy is beautiful like this doll” Teddy showed the doll to Nikolai with such happiness, “Do you think she would like it, Nikolai?”

Cai Kang sat at the couch while Fukuna got snacks. "I hope you still like oranges." She smiles as she brought in a tray full of oranges. "I got to go to work now. I'll see you guys later." She says and quickly leaves the apartment. While Cai Kang started peeling the fruit from the tray, Ryosuke got his notes. “That pearl you saw in Akihabara is called a Yeouiju.” Ryosuke told Cai Kang. “A yeouiju? Even in our world, it is quite legendary.” Cai Kang astonishes.

As for Ren, in the same way Akio collects Shiba Inu plushies, Ren has a penchant for collecting as well, except his items of choice are KAWS figures. Akio has no idea why Nikolai’s brother likes them so much. They look kind of scary with X’s for eyes and oddly shaped bodies, but so be it. Akio has been able to find keychain-sized versions of the famous figurines, which he uses to decorate Ren’s tree. And finally, there’s his new friend, whose tree features book ornaments, including miniature bookstores.

The chinky white chibi doll and it reminded me of someone. I think it's somehow resembling Yukenzo. He's chinky, white, plain and----oh my God. Why did I even think about that guy all of sudden? Why he's invading my mind again? Gosh, this is something I can't tell. Something I cannot accept. Therefore, all the keychains are cute except that chinky chibi doll! Yukenzo is not cute! Definitely not! He's more boring and unattractive!

We both let out a breath we didn't know we were holding, I then glared at Bankotsu. " * Whispers* There are creepy dolls here." Bankotsu whispered to me as he pulled out a doll that was laying next to him. They look like very expensive dolls, must belong to the princess. I can feel the soul coming from the dolls, is very loved and strong. If I combined these dolls with my magic, I might be able to harness their emotion and make it into a weapon. I thought before turning back to Kaen and noticing Bankotsu's illusion is gone.

He whined, “Please, you’re the only one who can help me. That doll…” “What doll?” “You remember how we went hiking the other day? And there was this temple at the back of the mountain…” He muttered to himself, “Here it starts again...” His voice got softer as he spoke, and he sounded moments away from breaking down, “I bought a doll that looked like me…” Of course, I remembered this. The monk told us that if he gave the doll to the right person, he would be blessed with a happy relationship. I tried to console him, “Hey, hey. Calm down, okay? It’s alright. We can always go back to the temple and get you another one.”