Porcelain Doll 소설 & 이야기

Now, standing in this elevator, facing Damien’s cold stare, a rage I’d never felt before burned in my chest. He walked toward us slowly. Each step was a claim of ownership. "A perfect piece of porcelain," his voice was a low hiss. "Such a shame it breaks so easily." He stopped in front of me. He reached out to touch my face. "But it's still my porcelain to break."

I unlocked the door, kicked it closed with a hip, and dropped the mystery gift on my kitchen table beside a half-eaten sandwich and a week’s worth of wine glasses. Unwrapping it felt ceremonial. The bow slipped free, the lid came off, and nestled in black velvet was a doll. No. Not a doll. A...thing. She was about eighteen inches tall, dressed in a Victorian-style dress with tiny pearl buttons. Porcelain skin, the kind that shimmered faintly when I tilted it under the light. And the eyes— oh god. The eyes. Glass, sure. But too deep and too focused. They were the color of old blood, ringed in hazel. Fixed forward, yet I swore they tracked me. When I tilted the doll slightly, those glossy iris

" I tried to grab it, but he shoved me back hard, and I tumbled to the floor once more. "No excuses!" Nash's fury was boiling over as he jabbed a finger at the doll. "Ever since your sister came out of your room, she's been covered in rashes and can barely breathe. The doctor says it's an acrylic allergy. What else could it be, if not this junky toy?" He lifted his arm. "Please, no!" Crash! The porcelain doll lay in pieces before me. "Mom… Mom!" I crouched and shakily tried to gather the broken fragments. Alas, no matter how gently I tried, the doll was beyond repair.

But I didn’t move. Dolls don’t beg. That night, he fucked me bent over his antique chaise, calling me “his porcelain girl” as he thrust deep and slow, one hand tangled in my hair, the other gripping the corset like reins. I came three times. He didn’t let himself finish until I collapsed. Then came the final gift: the mask. Delicate. Hand crafted. White porcelain with long lashes, pink cheeks, and lips parted in a permanent gasp. He held it to my face and whispered

It's six o'clock in the afternoon after Lucien reading the documents at his hand. Opening the drawer, there is a diamond cartoon character doll in the drawer, with straight black hair, small white face, small sharp chin, and two large black crystal eyes shining with dazzling light. This is a cartoon doll that Lucien specially custom made for Nina in Swarovski. The doll stands on the table playfully, which is very different from the cold atmosphere of the president's office. It is very eye-catching. The first time he saw a similar cartoon figure in the show window in Chicago, he thought of Nina. Girls like this kind of shiny thing, and Nina will certainly like it too.

In the center of them, two porcelain dolls stood side by side. Kara fetched a small stool. She climbed onto it to reach the two porcelain dolls. "Kara, why didn't you call me when you woke up? If you wanted these dolls, you could've just told me. It's too high up. What if you fell? That would break my heart!" A large hand suddenly reached over her head. Bennett asked in a curious tone, "What do you want these dolls for?" "Nothing. They just looked a little dusty, and I wanted to wipe them clean."

she insisted, sliding her nail under the tape. Nathan stepped back but didn’t look away. The tape peeled open with a soft hiss. Maya lifted the flaps. Inside lay a porcelain doll small, fragile-looking, with pale cracked skin and eyes too wide. The dress it wore was stitched from old fabric, frayed at the ends… but what caught her attention was the detail at its center: A dark red patch stitched across its stomach. And inside it, something metallic. Maya squinted. “What the hell…”

Aidinth took the doll to the shop owner and asked if this was done intentionally. She said that she had a bunch made to celebrate the new Princess. She started to apologize, but Aidinth beamed, "Do not apologize for this. They're amazing. Chloe, these would be a likeness of you, in doll form, that the little girls in our family can have and hold for generations. I picked one up, signed it, and gave it to the shop owner. I told her, "You're welcome to keep it or sell it. It's fine with me, either way." She hugged me, "I will keep it. Thank you, Princess." Aidinth bought five of them, while I added an extra one for Kimber. I shook my head at him and asked, "What are you going to do with these?

And when she saw the doll lying inside, she could not help but be stunned. Most of the doll’s body was made of ceramics, which looked beautiful, and it was also a fully automatic doll. When moving, it would grab a flute in one hand and whistle, while the other hand would hold a chirping bird. She was surprised because this doll was a unique creation, and the person who had designed and created it named it the “Bird Tamer”. It was priced at 6.25 million, and it was the only one in the world. Daisie glanced at him. “Colton, are you spending Dad’s money again?”

I know in time all this training would come in handy if any situation would arise and will find myself in between. He wasn’t here, of course. But words may travel much more quickly than any disease, and he’ll know about my fight. That I wasn’t just any porcelain doll used for display only. Fragile and precious that always needed protection. I am not just an ordinary pet doll. I position myself in the middle of the ring, squaring my stance. The bell tolled and I braced myself as my opponent delivers the first move. This doll will fight and will win no matter what.