Porcelain Doll Novels & Stories

*Ana* “Oh…“ I barely manage to utter as I feel myself freeze on the spot. I only watch the maid continue to pull the doll out. Mykhol takes it from her to push into my free arm. I numbly feel the doll's long red wavy hair cascading over my arm. What is this? Unable to speak, I can only look back at the teen. My eyes dart around him as if to see some answer. But he doesn’t help at all. He’s just standing there grinning at me. What...this… My mind is trying to process the next word and failing. Finally, though, the teen doesn’t seem bothered by my silence, instead, he seems to take the opportunity to speak. I feel a rush of relief as he lets go of my hand- which I instantly pull back toward me

Mikael was in complete shock at her study; it was beautiful in an almost morbid, macabre way. We both took a seat next to each other on the couch while Sajida sat on the other side of her desk in her throne. She flipped a lock of hair over her shoulder and just grinned at us; she enjoyed being right. She knew I would come here. All she had to do was wait. Before Mikael and I could say anything, we both saw small shadows under a console table by the wall underneath a window. Mikael jumped slightly, but I knew what they were - the small dolls that I met the last time we were here. There were three of them - one with a pentagon on its belly, another with a triple moon, and the last one with a t

"So you're saying that all the things in the stalls are fake?" Darryl just smiled and continued walking. After a few steps, he stopped in front of a stall. That stall was selling porcelain wares. There were blue and white porcelain, Jun porcelain, and many more—each one was extremely beautiful. There were so many choices that it was dizzying to look at. Emily became excited. There must be some hidden gem there that caught Darryl's attention. Tilda also stopped there and began to admire all the exquisite porcelain. There should be something authentic there.

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.

Holding firm to her belief that as long as she did not feel awkward, it would not directly affect her, Camellia quickly averted her gaze and focused on the burial artifacts before her. The most striking piece was a tall greenish-white porcelain soul jar that was over three feet tall. Its top featured a crane, the neck encircled by a coiled cloud dragon, with twelve figurines standing below the dragon. Camellia's eyes lit up with excitement, convinced that this trip was more than worth it.

Shirley was a bit tired from walking around; she had been accompanied by her little assistant the whole time, and she hadn't bought anything herself. The assistant, however, was ecstatic about her purchases. She probably realized that today it wasn't her accompanying Shirley, but Shirley carrying her with her pregnant belly, so the assistant mysteriously handed Shirley a box, saying, "Madam, this is for you!" "For me?" Shirley was surprised. She reached out and took it, opening the box to find a row of exquisite porcelain dolls. Each doll was very delicate and adorable, simply adorable! Shirley's eyes lit up, and she couldn't stop praising, "They're so cute! T

It sort of made sense now how her fiancé could have hidden his true sexual orientation from her for as long as he had – I could imagine that it is rather easy to hide behind the fancy dress tea parties and floral print. “What do you do for a living?” I asked her, giving in to my curiosity. She smiled and set down her teacup daintily before she went to a cupboard and pulled out a doll – one that looked almost identical to me. “I make dolls, porcelain dolls of course.” she beamed as she handed me the doll. “I sell them to collectors or to people who want to have a physical representation of their darling children to remember them by as they grow up.”

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

Witches liked pretty things, they couldn't resist them. The first time I saw that porcelain tea set, I was captivated by its timeless elegance. Each piece, delicately sculpted by hand, looked like a miniature work of art. The porcelain, as white and smooth as freshly fallen snow, glistened in the afternoon sunlight, as if it had caught a glimmer of eternity.

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