Porcelain Doll Novels & Stories

I have to know, but I don’t want to know. The phone stops its advance when a small, stuffed babydoll comes into view. It is smeared with blood, and its stuffing is puffed out where slash marks have cut into the delicate, pale pink fabric. A tiny, sweet hand, with chipped glittery pink nail polish, is tucked up under the doll’s arm—but there’s no little girl’s body anywhere in sight.

What Hailey didn’t know was that the doll was not alone. It was part of a pair, and the other doll was in Christian’s possession. This was not an inexpensive gift. Christian had it custom-made, which meant it was a unique, handmade product with one doll costing up to a thousand dollars. They were essentially the doll aristocrats. When Hailey found out about the doll’s uniqueness, she felt insecure and wondered if she should return this gift. Christian was staring at his phone with a silly look that made his older sister, Jodie, cringe.

She saw a large oil painting hanging on the wall, the image on it was a very beautiful girl, she was wearing a white dress, holding a bouquet of lilacs looking like a beautiful bride. At this moment, Sylvia saw what she had just touched and broke lying on the ground, an angel-shaped porcelain doll with gilded wings that looked very beautiful and delicate, seemingly a collectible. The doll had broken into many small pieces, unable to be mended again. “I… I didn't mean it!” She awkwardly bent down to pick it up, but was cut by a fragment, bleeding red in a large patch. Suddenly, a tall figure appeared out of nowhere, rushing in to push Sylvia away.

I’m about to give up and call it a day, however, when I find a ###Chapter on more modern artifacts. “Swan sculptors and jewelers eventually started to favor the use of porcelain as a material at the turn of the 19th century,” the book reads. “Owning a piece of jewelry with finely carved and glazed porcelain, often surrounded by pearl, silver, or gold, was considered to be a status symbol amongst the women of the Swan Kingdom. The royal family, in particular, was known for commissioning renowned artists to carve unique pendants that were used for necklaces, brooches, or earrings. One such member of the royal family, Princess Rhea, had an extensive collection of porcelain brooches depicting he

" * Pftt* ... By the way, why are you holding dolls? Was there like a sale out there or something and you discovered your creepy plangonologist side? What? Your girlfriend keeping you on a tight leash, so you're fucking dolls now?" ".... Ohhhh... Yeah, that's definitely it. You know I was really tempted with this one doll that was on sale because it really looks like you." "* Scoffs* Brat. There's no way they sell old man dolls, now do they?" " They do! It's called grandpa Galahad and it comes with 3 very kinky kinds of underwear. " " That's disturbing in so many ways. " V4 shuddered. I slowly hold one of the dolls really close to his face and wait. V4 turns to look at me and was shocked to

"I know it looks like a little girl's candy shop, but I like it. I feel comfortable in here." Shaun couldn't image why. The creepy porcelain dolls were arranged in lifelike poses behind the glass walls of their cage, their soulless eyes following her every move. But what she thought didn't matter; this was Saskia's sanctuary, and after experiencing the chaos of the Koba family, Shaun didn't blame her for creating her own version of paradise.

“ Not alright! I understand... “ I didn't let him finish his sentence and he made me leave his office, with shame on my face. Of course he wasn't going to go out with me, where he was in his head when I thought I might have a chance with a man like him. Handsome, successful and educated, it was obvious that I had no chance with him. I got out of there as quickly as I could and went back to my china shop. I take my small notebook where I take notes, trying to distract myself and forget the embarrassment I just went through. A girl walks in, with blonde hair and Japanese features like me, she stares at me for a few seconds. “ Good afternoon! “ I say closing the block and getting closer. “ How

Immaculately polished and without any single spec of dust in sight. The next thing that caught her attention was the ornaments on the parlor. Ceramic vases, porcelain figurines in various sizes, wolves, mermaids, and all other mythical creatures that fantasy could conjure up were all on display. Lastly, the only thing that stood out from the rest was the sculpture of a beautiful lady on the side. For some reason, it piques her interest. The way it was sealed in a glass case, and how it was put on the corner where anyone could see it and adore the art piece like it was set there not because of its beauty, but for its importance. Rachel doesn’t know why, but she kind of had an odd feeling abou

A plush pink rug spread across the floor, creating a soft landing spot amidst the sea of clothes and toys. My mouth remained open as Chloe chattered on, completely oblivious to my awe and surprise. In the center of the room stood a freestanding wooden dollhouse, its three stories overflowing with miniature furniture and tiny figurines. Chloe's collection of stuffed animals, a motley crew of unicorns, dragons, and cuddly bears, occupied a cozy corner, their expressive eyes gazing out at the scene with wide-eyed wonder.A miniature dressing room, complete with a full-length mirror and a vanity adorned with a plush pink stool, stood nestled amongst the clothes. On its surface, a dazzling array o

Mi muñeca de porcelana… De mí, nunca te alejarás. (My porcelain doll… From me, you will never get away.)