Painted Doll Cradle Novels & Stories

Near the foot of the bed…Something small rested on the floor. Neither of them had noticed it before, it was a tiny wooden cradle, someone had carefully wrapped it in black cloth. Nyra stopped walking, her breathing became uneven and Cassian stepped in front of her. “Don’t touch it.” Another guard slowly lifted the cloth and everyone in the room became silent. Inside the cradle…Lay a carved wooden wolf, it's throat had been cut deep with a knife and red paint covered the carved wound. It looked almost real and Nyra stared at it.

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.

They are more beautiful than she’d thought, she’d seen the photos before the kidnapping, three almost identical cribs, each made mostly from ebony, with the flat panels of the sides made from ziricote wood, which is grey with striking black lines running the length of the panels following the grain of the wood. The cribs are suspended from turned spindles made from ebony each has an intricately carved finial shaped like a peacock over the head of the crib, and a more traditional carved pineapple shape at the foot end. They each had an inlay of mahogany stars down the sides, to contrast with the ziricote wood. Each one had a new mattress in with clean white sheets. They each had a coloured wo

A family heirloom in the making, a symbol of love and tradition that would cradle our little one in comfort and joy. Abatrose had transformed the room I shared with David and him on board Atlantis into an enchanting underwater sanctuary. His breathtaking four-wall mural of a vibrant reef scene transported us to an oceanic wonderland, teeming with colorful fish, playful sea turtles, and delicate coral. The walls now enveloped us in a kaleidoscope of marine life, creating a sense of serenity and wonder. And in the center of this aquatic haven, Abatrose had crafted a magnificent crib from a giant, iridescent clam shell, its colors shimmering like the sea itself, studded with beautiful perils. W

“Once we have what we have arranged then you can look at the space and the list. With that in mind you can add what’s still needed for our pups.” “Okay, that makes sense. Oh, Benedict it beautiful where did you find it?” Two enforcers carried in a hand carved cradle. Its well-worn wood was refinished into a delicate specimen. Two more followed it, each one was as individual and as beautiful on their own as the previous ones.

“This one’s from you and Daddy Mercer?” Kade sits beside me on the couch, watching her. “Yeah, open it.” She rips the paper carefully, she's not like most kids who would destroy the wrapping paper in the process. When she finally pulls off the wrapping, she gasps, eyes going huge. A porcelain doll, dressed in an elegant Victorian gown, her face painted delicately, her curls perfect. Harlow stares at it, completely still, before looking up at us, her lip trembling slightly. “She’s so pretty,” she whispers.

There's a large wooden crib in the center of the room with an animal mobile hanging above. A changing table is placed against the back wall, fully stocked and there's a storage unit next to it full of more supplies. Across the room in a corner is a large selection of toys and a net hanging above them full of teddies. The floor has a lovely dark green carpet with a white fluffy rug under the crib and there's a large sofa on the back wall. The walls have been painted green and all different kinds of animals have been painted along the bottom of the walls, I don't know how they managed to get this done so quickly but it is beautiful!

As they reached the entrance, Alex's eyes widened in awe at the sight before her. The nursery was an enchanting haven, like stepping into a fairytale world. Soft pastel hues adorned the walls, with delicate murals of blooming flowers and whimsical woodland creatures, all hand-painted with incredible detail. Crystal chandeliers cascaded from the ceiling, casting a gentle glow throughout the room. Her heart fluttered with delight as her eyes caught sight of the enchanting crib at the center of the room. It was an exquisite masterpiece, perfectly carved from the finest wood and decorated with delicate lace drapery. Plush satin pillows in shades of pink and gold added a touch of elegance.

My sister liked to do some arts and crafts, so I learned a little from her and made two porcelain dolls myself. The male doll was in a suit, while the female wore a white dress. I placed them in the most striking place in the bedroom. I was secretly delighted at the thought of James seeing them as soon as he entered the bedroom.

Lilac blankets, tiny socks, a silver rattle. Every time I picked something up, a silent guard would appear to take it from my hand, whisking it toward the counter. I wandered toward the back of the store, where the cribs were displayed. There was one made of dark, carved wood with ivory lace. It looked like something out of a fairytale. "This one." I said as I ran my hand over the wood. Dante appeared behind me. "It’s not secure enough." I rolled my eyes. "It’s a crib, Dante, not a bunker."