Reborn Dolls With Blinking Eyes Novels & Stories

Cushion's body, causing it to glow. Slowly, every piece of glass that had pierced her body began to fall out, and her wounds healed up, her skin regaining its freshness as though they were never in an accident. When everything had healed, the glow disappeared and Mrs. Cushion looked brand new. After a few seconds, she gasped for air, her eyes fluttered open and held her stomach as she sort to feel the pain she had felt before taking her last breath, however she felt nothing. Her eyes narrowed to Cruella and she jumped up in shock. Cruella's eyes returned back its normal color but the time freeze was still on.

Rebekah cleared her throat again. “I’ve already got it worked out. Just keep her in the tub. I’ll be right back.” It was entirely too soon that Rebekah and Jonah came running back into the room with an arm full of candles and jars of herbs and oils. As she set to work pulling the toys out of the water and anointing Elly’s forehead with the different oils, Liv couldn’t keep the accusations out of her eyes.

Daffodil’s hollow scream faded into silence as his voice box became marrow. The newborn Reaper remained still for a moment, and then it stood. Its muscles were as clearly defined as before, if not more so, but all that had been flesh was now strong white bone. It had ball-and-socket joints like a doll, and appeared just as soulless. As Mr. Cillian rose from the floor, I noticed that his face had attained many wrinkles, as though he had aged a decade.

(HIDDEN DESIRES) “MAKE me proud my dear daughter.” A command rather than a motivation. He combs the hair of the doll with a porcelain white skin that is made out of glass. Eyes are a bit resembles the starry night sky, but with a blank expression from the outside, while hiding the devil inside. “Do whatever it takes, be my eyes and ears around her.” He instructed, talking in front of his perfect piece that smiles and links as an agreement. “Remember that a child must protect their parents.”

My eyes snapped open. My breathing was uneven, chest rising and falling rapidly. This wasn’t a dream. This was a past life. My hands trembled as I stared at the pendant again. I had died. And I was here again. Reborn. In the same world. With the same people. With Aurelia still alive. A slow, dangerous smile curved my lips. “So that’s how it is,” I muttered. Fate gave me another chance. Not to repeat mistakes. Not to watch from the sidelines.

“She’s not even bleeding like she should.” “She’s—she’s glowing.” It wasn’t obvious. Just a faint shimmer under her skin, a flicker of gold and blue running through her veins like molten metal. Her eyes blazed bright teal now, locked on Adrian. “Do you see it?” Naviah purred. “Do you feel them crumbling?” “I’m still tied to a post,” Evelyn whispered back, her voice raw. “For now. But soon, they will kneel. Not because of blood. Not because of fear. Because they will recognize what walks among them. What was reborn in you.”

The temperature in the basement seemed to drop several degrees instantly, a chill rising from his feet up his spine, covering him in goosebumps. He stared fixedly at the floating doll, his heart pounding wildly, almost bursting from his chest. He wanted to scream, but his throat felt blocked, unable to make a sound. He could only watch as the eerie doll slowly rotated in midair, its glassy eyes seemingly fixed on him, or perhaps looking through him to somewhere far away. What Brycen didn't know was that at this moment, the doll's consciousness was in turmoil. When the name Carl came out of Brycen's mouth, the soul that had been dormant for so long was suddenly stabbed awake, like a long-stan

It was obvious to me that Calvin was green with envy as he glared at Callum. Karen began to sob. Her words shattered the tense silence. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Latham! Mrs. Latham and I gave birth on the same day, and I selfishly had my husband switch the babies. Calvin is, in fact, your biological son. "I'm so sorry for doing this, Callum! I merely wanted you to live a better life with the Latham family. Please forgive me!" Callum was visibly shaken by Karen's revelation. It also sparked a flurry of whispers in the crowd.

I whispered, my voice barely audible in the stillness, "I finally understand why I was given a second chance at life… why I came back." The quiet beeping of the machines filled the silence, steady and constant, a reminder of just how fragile he was. I took a shaky breath, pressing his hand against my cheek, my tears flowing freely as I whispered, “Meeting you… you’ve shown me who I am, what I want in life, what truly makes me happy.” I closed my eyes, savoring the warmth of his hand on my face as if it could anchor me, ground me.

A deep, throbbing ache has bloomed between my thighs, and my body is trying to soothe the foreign hunger building within me. The feral hunger I see flashing in his eyes intensifies the moment he catches my movement, he keeps going, driving into the woman with a renewed, savage vigor, but his focus never leaves me. Then, right before my eyes, I watch as his canines slowly elongate, slipping past his lower lip. The brilliant blue in his eyes glazes over completely, replaced by a predatory, glowing amber and his gaze bores literal holes into my soul.