Porcelain Doll Oc Novels & Stories

His heartbeat sped up now that it was finally time. After he had experienced the birth of his child, he knew. He knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life together with Adom and their sweet little baby girl. In the last few days, he had prepared everything. The only thing he had to do himself was get the ring. With much care, he had designed it to suit Adom the most. It didn't have to be all sparkly, as Adom wasn't girly at all, and he loved that about him. He loved that he was able to fend for himself even though he was an Omega. He broke all the stigmas that had been placed in this world, and he couldn't have wished for an even more perfect mate. He knew he was the one he wanted to spen

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

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.

Mate. My wolf howled in my head, fighting to take over, but I couldn’t, not when Clara had no idea, though she would doubt it soon enough. At least I could just give them my virginity, because after today I might not see them again. They had jet-black curly hair that fell on their faces, making them look more striking than ever. They looked so identical one could barely tell the difference, but I could. I approached them, my chest hammering, not even responding to Clara. I guess I was really into them.

" 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.

Another pair of fats is shoved in my face, this time being a bag of chips. "Nancy, take whatever you want." She's like a tornado, a whirlwind of pink fabric, brunette curls and strong perfume, running around the stalls and grabbing everything that catches her eye. Sometimes I'm envious of her childish enthusiasm. "Heey, aren't you the new occupants on Elmond street?"

Thea widened her eyes and shook her head desperately, "This is impossible. Aunt Olivia has been dead for nearly twenty years." "I didn't lie to you. My daughter Olivia is a genius girl who has always been particularly fond of intelligent robots since she was young. Later, she got married, but her marriage was unhappy and she didn't receive her husband's love. So she moved out of the Sanchez family with her child. Little did she know that the child died due to neglect. Olivia blamed herself for not being a good mother, so she made this doll in the likeness of the child's face. She is the mother of the child, pouring all her maternal love into it. This is a very sophisticated doll, covered in

He stopped and a purple-pinkish spell circle appeared in front of him. "Bloodline Magic: Marionette Master-M.M!" he called forth, activating the spell circle that summoned an adorable human-looking girl that looked to be the same age as Julian. The doll had light blonde hair kept in twin-tails tied at the back of her head. Her attire consisted of a cute sweets-themed lolita style dress with added accessories. "M.M? No way...?! Is that really the same doll as before?" There was a legit reason for Mai's skepticism, seeing how the last time Julian introduced them to M.M she resembled more of a doll and less like a human.

Getting back in her car, she smiled at the doll. "You're much too special to just be tossed," she said. She had been obsessed with the house since she was little, and she wasn't yet ready to part with such an unexpected treasure, no matter how creepy it was. The doll had a porcelain face with a cloth body, and it wore a pale red dress. It stared out the car window as they drove, and Beth contemplated how ethical it would be to keep or sell it. Technically, Mike had given it to her for disposal, but now she worried what sort of implications it may have if it turned out the doll was somehow worth a lot of money.

Chole caught sight of the Dior box and snatched it away. “I love DIOR Irene. Daddy knows I love DIOR “ she whined. She opened the box and brought out a mini purse. It was beautiful and adorable. The other box was a blue Givenchy purse. Chole was carried away with her new gifts and forgot about her new dolls. I brought out her dolls and placed them on the shelf where her other dolls were. “What should we call them baby?" I asked, catching her attention from the bags." Chole walked to the shelf and stared at the two new dolls.