Porcelain Doll Oc Novels & Stories

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."

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.

(GALLERY OF WOES) WITHOUT blinking an eye as she stands near and observing her Mistress. The innocent-looking doll face little girl is in her silence as she holds a clear and big jar within her arms with an ominous smoke like incandescent fog swirling inside and illuminating in a light green neon-colored light.

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.

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…”

There’s no way she can take them, at least not today. "No, please I can't today." She begs to him, but he ignores her and walks behind her and unhooks her bra and slides it off her body, making her breasts perk up. "God they look bigger than the last time." He says and squeezes them hard. "Ahhh!!" She screams out feeling immense pain, her eyes tears up more, making her vision go blurry. They feel so sore and sensitive; he twists and pinches her nipple as she squirms around in pain. He attaches both the clamps on her nipple, making her cry out in pain. "Please they hurt."She cries out, letting her tears fall. "No mercy doll." He says and makes her stand and turns her around.

] [Of course. After receiving his reply, Luna sucked in a deep breath and opened the small box. Inside was a clay doll, dressed in the red outfit of a female warrior, her character in the game. The doll looked quite old and aged, but it was still clean, as if it had been sealed shut since it was made. He must have prepared it years ago, when he came to see her. She never thought he would still be keeping it after so long. Luna held the little doll, and could not help but laugh out loud. He looked like a solemn guy, she never thought he would give a present like this for her.

Goddess, this is probably stupid. I slowly open the lid and peek inside… That can’t be right. I open it further and look at the group confused. “A doll?” Cam asks, and my lips purse. “Not just a doll, a doll that looks like it’s centuries old.” I tell him. It’s made out of sticks and twigs and the fabric is worn and yellow. “That looks voodooy, close it and let's go.” Finn says quickly and as soon as his voice stops, a loud bang from down the tunnel booms from the direction we came.

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.

There was a simulated doll in the box. The doll's eyes were gouged out, leaving only a white part. There was a long cut on its stomach, which was sewed with hemp ropes. It was all blood, and its fingers had sharp nails. Baby Doll was too lifelike. No matter how smart Henric was or how bold he was, he was still a child. Seeing such a thing, she was so scared that she screamed.