Reborn Dolls Under 20 Dollars Black Novels & Stories

I planned on returning a month ago but I was delayed by my pregnancy as it may harm my fetus. Yes, I'm pregnant, and I'm proud to admit that the child is Dawson's. I was happy when I found out about my pregnancy, and it was around that time that I decided to come back but due to the dangers of the road as it might harm my child, and I planned on returning in two months time when the fetus would be strong enough but I couldn't stop myself from returning as my parents are dead. “I won't take on any position if you don't include him in,” I added with a determined look on my face. It hurt me that Dawson is still being judged because of his identity as a rogue which I had promised wouldn't happen

I lowered my gaze to the ouroboros ring on my finger, then touched the iris birthmark at my collarbone. The phone rang—it was my assistant. “Boss, are you attending tomorrow’s charity gala?” “I am.” I smiled faintly. “If I’m going to be a queen, then the world should see what true elegance and cruelty look like.” I hung up, poured myself a glass of Louis XIII, and raised it toward the moon. “Here’s to hell. “And to rebirth.” I drained the glass, turned, and walked into the sea of lights.

… Later on, my best friend told me how Clara aged at lightning speed and ultimately had to rely on expensive medical equipment to stay alive. Mirabelle, on the other hand, insisted on having Marcus' baby despite the scandal. However, because she was a woman of advanced maternal age who never went for prenatal checkups, her child was born with Down syndrome. She took her son to fight for the Pembroke family's inheritance, but they refused to acknowledge him and even sent Marcus to Rivora to lie low. With nowhere else to turn, she went online to livestream her sob story. The feud between them blew up so badly that it eventually made national news.

He took a step back, afraid of dirtying his expensive leather shoes. "Enough, Mandy," he said casually. "Dead is dead. Tomorrow I'll order that yacht you liked. Consider it compensation. Are we good?" A yacht. A human life was only worth a fucking yacht to him. The sheer toxicity of this family drained all my strength. I only had one thought left in my mind. I needed to know who this baby was. "Just get the baby out. We'll... we'll give him a proper burial." Matteo took a deep breath, resigning himself to operate the machine.

“Our first item tonight is an artifact dating back over four thousand years.” The room immediately quiets, interest spikes and excitement spreads and the host opens the display, gasps ripple through the audience and inside rests a brilliant gem. Ancient all beautiful but also dangerous, even weakened by the Anta, I can feel the lingering power trapped inside it. “This artifact possesses the ability to bind even the strongest individuals beneath an incredibly powerful spell,” the host continues. “Bidding begins at one billion dollars.” A few murmurs spread through the room, we're starting with the heavy hitters tonight.

"Okay. You can pick it up in a week. That will be 40 dollars for two dolls." Knowing the owner well enough, Coco knew this was the best price. Just as she was about to pay, Lucas offered to pay. "Let me." Lucas pulled out his phone and quickly scanned the code to pay. "Anything else?" Lucas asked Coco. "How about some accessories? I recently got a batch of handmade jewelry," the owner said enthusiastically. Coco seemed very interested in what the owner had to offer although Lucas was not particularly impressed by them. While browsing, a pair of silver bracelets caught her eye. It was gender-neutral and adjustable, which made it convenient to wear.

The pain that didn’t live on her skin but inside it. Daisy fidgeted, fingers curling around the edge of her sleeve. Her throat was tight. But she forced herself to breathe through it. To keep her feet planted. To speak. “I have a favor to ask,” she said, the words barely above a whisper. Ezekiel looked up. She reached into the pocket of her robe and pulled out a silk blindfold. It was deep plum in color, soft and elegant, with delicate embroidery trailing along the edges. A remnant of another life.

He's the devil I made a deal with. Now I'm paying the price—in his bed. 🔥 I thought I knew what I was getting into. A fake fiancé. Six months. Break the engagement. Survive. I didn't know he'd look at me like that. Like he wants to devour me whole. The first time he pinned me against the wall, his breath hot on my neck, I forgot every reason this was supposed to be pretend. "Say my name," he growled. I couldn't. My brain short-circuited. So he made me. Now I'm in his bed, sheets tangled around my ankles, his hands everywhere. He touches me like I'm the only thing keeping him alive. "You're mine, Paige," he whispers against my skin. "Say it." And God help me—I d

•IN WHICH HE GOT CAUGHT• "Slender, brunette, long legged and 5'7 of her height. Starting price 10,000 dollars! Are we in for ten thousand dollars? Mister White from the corner got this perfect barbie lady for 10,000! Anybody care for 15,000! 15,000 raised by Mister Full Moon! 20,000 dollars--"

current bids. "The price of the boy is rising, Sovereign!" the Merchant-Beast laughed, its Barcode-eye pulsing with a terrifying, mercury-white greed. "The 'Curator' of Sector 12 has just offered a 'Neural-Restoration' for the Alpha! The 'Owner' of Sector 2 has offered an 'Eternal Kingdom' for the Star-Born! They want to 'Re-boot' your lives in exchange for the child's marrow!" "We already rejected the 'Happy Ending'!" Silas roared, his gold-and-sapphire skin erupting in a final, terminal pillar of heresy.