Saw Doll Name Novels & Stories

She made him chuckle again. "A name? Well... Let's try what we call our princess' new doll!" An expression of satisfaction shone in the girl's eyes. She cheerfully clapped her hands while Alpha Alan thought about a good name, gaping at the doll. Several names crossed his mind but none that would please the little girl. She seemed obsessed with her new doll and the looks of her face said that she was in need of a good name. A name that would suit a princess. "Why don't you help me, Alois?" When no name seemed suggestible, Alan turned to his wolf for help.

they kept small talking on their way back " So what are their Names?" " the oldest is called Draco, the middle is Azar and the youngest is Kai" " This are very beautiful names, not even I could've done a better job" " oh please it was very easy to pick these names it only took the whole night" they looked at each other and started laughing " looks like we have arrived " *sigh* " yeah it seems so " " than good night Celea" " good night "

he assured her. “Splendid!” she exclaimed, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. “Now, why don’t you magic us over to the site of my new toy shop as I have a lot of dolls to make and not a lot of time in which to make them.” “Why, yes, of course,” he said, and still holding her hand in his, he added, “right this way, my darling doll maker,” and with a spray of mist and a twist of glitter, they were gone, reappearing just down the road from the square in the middle of Serendipity’s very own doll making operation, with all of the familiar, unfinished friendly faces surrounding her amidst the perfectly positioned paints and paintbrushes, including Lizette Sassafras and Hester Pineyfrock, whom Seren

He'd given her a necklace that cost a few hundred dollars, money he'd saved for a long time. She'd held that simple piece of jewelry and cried like a fool who'd never seen anything so beautiful. He had been so proud then, thinking he was the prince saving Cinderella. A joke. It was all a fucking joke. She was the Thorne Principessa. She'd probably seen more diamonds than he'd seen rocks. Rocco remembered the tattoo, a tangle of black thorns and a blood-red rose between her shoulder blades, wild and dangerous. He used to kiss it every time they made love.

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.

"Let's get started properly, okay? What's your name? I am called Ink." "I don't have a name as I am just a small god, but I am called Doll by some." The no-fur searched the pretty ice-blue eyes of the Orangelo for malice. "It is a name I wish was mine but it is not. Not anymore if it ever was."

15 Momma’s told me once or twice—and sometimes I remember—about the doll I had when I was really little. Samelsa. A name I made up myself. Mom says I wouldn’t stand for it when anyone dared mishear me and try to call her ‘Sam’. “Sam is a girl-name for hookers and strippers. Maybe waitresses,” she says. “I think you knew that, too. Even then. If people dared call your doll ‘Sam’ you’d give them the blackest evil eye. That look on your face! It was like a witchy old woman who’d just caught her neighbor’s dog peeing on her front porch.”

Mikael was in complete shock at her study; it was beautiful in an almost morbid, macabre way. We both took a seat next to each other on the couch while Sajida sat on the other side of her desk in her throne. She flipped a lock of hair over her shoulder and just grinned at us; she enjoyed being right. She knew I would come here. All she had to do was wait. Before Mikael and I could say anything, we both saw small shadows under a console table by the wall underneath a window. Mikael jumped slightly, but I knew what they were - the small dolls that I met the last time we were here. There were three of them - one with a pentagon on its belly, another with a triple moon, and the last one with a t

It’s respectful. “That’s my naaaaameee...a damn stupid one too if you ask me.” She slurred with a sarcastic giggle after a moment. Lifting her shot glass up, the beautiful tow-headed blonde began to laugh obnoxiously. “I mean, what girls do you know named ‘Sawyer?’ ” She has a point, but I think it’s a lovely name. Nixx crooned from behind my ear as Sawyer downed her alcohol. I suppressed an outward scoff for appearance’s sake.

It seemed that their mother had already made up her mind, as she nodded slightly to herself, as if she had a silent conversation with children, and then caught me off guard when she wrapped me in her arms with an equally warm and tight grip, just like the one she shared with her children. "You are beautiful, dear!" she exclaims, as she squeezes my body between her arms. "The description these people gave me didn't do you justice; it honors your appearance. Look at those big eyes you have - you're absolutely beautiful! My children have chosen an impressive doll." I roll my eyes slightly when I hear the nickname, which, coincidentally, is the same one the brothers have been using for me, and I