Precious Doe Novels & Stories

It's a limited edition dress, priced at over six digits. "Her purse is made out of albino crocodile skin. It's a limited edition from Hermes! Regular people don't even qualify to purchase that!" "Is it just me who's interested in her hair tie? I'd love to get a replica of that!" "I hereby declare that regardless of how poor her medical skills are, I will be a fan because of her beauty!" Douglas nodded and said, "When I last saw Ms. Skye Carter, she was in the operating room.

“I saw the PR release.” I already know what she’s talking about. The flashy article showcasing Dolly as the "most beautiful and talented jewelry designer." The way they paint her as some kind of creative genius, a rising star in the industry. And the photos—Dolly front and center, wearing the ruby necklace that Knoxx had auctioned for me.

Leon huffs. I return my gaze to the jeweler and he proceeds to talking. "This jewel is one of the worlds rarest, with an extraordinary depth of color. The most valuable jewel yet. It was discovered in 1999 by mining giant, De Beers. The Pink jewel was polished and cut over two years" "And the prize?" "53 million dollars" Leon glares at me, I sink my hands into both of my pant pockets, glaring at the ring and all I could think of was how good it would look around Selenes finger.

Pei Mingyue murmured loud enough for everyone to hear. "What do you know about delicacy, you only know how to fight. Of course, for the love to bloom between the prince and her, she needs to act as a white lotus in the beginning, and slowly her abilities will be revealed." Wang Jie scoffed from the sidelines. "You! I'll see you later!" She whispered threatened him. "Director Gu, am I not saying the right thing?" Wang Jie asked the Director to annoy her more. "Wang Jie is right, Qingxi. Most of the ancient shootings are based on the fact that the person who can capture the heart of the man is soft and delicate with beautiful features and extraordinary abilities that are revealed later." Direc

I wasn’t alone in this body. And if the world outside thought it could take that away from me? It had another thing coming. I pulled up the feed expecting shadows. A man, maybe. Something I could put teeth to. Instead, it was a doe. It was just standing there, neck long and delicate, ears flicking at every sound. And behind her, wobbling like a drunk who hadn’t learned his legs yet, her fawn. The little thing bent its head, nosing the dirt, trying to find something that wasn’t there. It stumbled, knees buckling.

She was eroding me piece by piece. But Giovanni was right. I had been reckless. Fire and tantrums were child’s play. Holly had forced me into a new game — one of precision, of cunning. At this dinner, I would show her that I could play too. I began with appearances. The dress had to be perfect. Not flamboyant, not desperate, but commanding. Black silk, sharp lines, a neckline that spoke of power rather than seduction. Jewelry chosen not for sparkle, but for weight — pieces that whispered of wealth, of legacy, of inevitability.

She and her mom, Emily, had just returned from a magical birthday trip to Disneyland, a whirlwind adventure that left Zephyr brimming with stories and memories. Emily walked a few steps behind, her expression a blend of exhaustion and quiet contentment. Meanwhile, Zephyr’s attention drifted. Staring at the floor as she walked, she found herself pondering an important question: were her second toes really longer than her big toes? Her thoughts were interrupted when she bumped into someone, jolting her back to the present.

Anastasia As the does flooded in they branched off, quickly swept away by the Hunter’s that decided to pounce. I noticed each one held themselves differently. Some walked with their shoulders back, spines straight, and noses in the air. Their hips swayed to a seductive melody that had the males entranced. Some of the others were more timid. One doe in particular blushed and stammered as a Hunter asked her a question. The Hunters that hadn’t yet decided on their current prey waltzed around the ballroom, stopping doe’s at random to inspect them the way one would a car.

“Alpha Jax Blackwood, how disappointing to see that you have disregarded the first rule of the Doe.” His attempt to convey sadness was lost on his face. “Surely someone must have told you that the Doe is not yours to keep. She is for no one to keep. Her beauty is for all to see and admire, and her powers are to be used to the advantage of the strong. She is not for a world of love. It is not her calling.” He took a step to the side, eyeing the stall where Lola was shutting her eyes and holding Melissa close.

But the moment she saw Leo, her eyes suddenly softened and filled with trust. She grabbed his hand tightly, her voice trembling with tears. "Leo, I'm scared… Is something wrong with the babies?" Leo leaned down and gently stroked her hair. His voice was so tender it could melt steel. "Don't be scared. I'm here. You and the babies will be fine. I promise." I stood there like an outsider, observing their tender moment. The last bit of illusion I'd been holding onto shattered completely. As it turned out, she had this kind of tenderness and reliance toward him—something I had never known about. My heart felt as if it'd been run over by something heavy.