Shanghai Doll Novels & Stories

It's six o'clock in the afternoon after Lucien reading the documents at his hand. Opening the drawer, there is a diamond cartoon character doll in the drawer, with straight black hair, small white face, small sharp chin, and two large black crystal eyes shining with dazzling light. This is a cartoon doll that Lucien specially custom made for Nina in Swarovski. The doll stands on the table playfully, which is very different from the cold atmosphere of the president's office. It is very eye-catching. The first time he saw a similar cartoon figure in the show window in Chicago, he thought of Nina. Girls like this kind of shiny thing, and Nina will certainly like it too.

to Mama G and Riko; sees emotions as dangerous—especially compassion • 24-year-old; hair always neat—sharp bob; minimal but flawless makeup—professional and polished; wears club-mandated outfits with exactness, no modifications; carries herself like she’s already one step ahead of everyone else Name: Sophie Stage Name: Doll face Personality and Appearance: • Innocent, timid, and clearly out of place; tries to stay strong, but her fear shows in every gesture; clings to any kindness, especially from Lena; still believes people might help her if she asks the right way • Struggles to understand the rules of survival—still learning the hard way; Mama G is harsh with her, trying to “break her in”

was all it took. At his word, I had the tattoo lasered off and swapped my leathers for long, conservative dresses. I am Rosalie. For five years, I hid my identity and played the porcelain doll Rocco wanted. Until the night he eliminated all his rivals and was crowned the new Don of the South. That was when he let his men bow to another woman, hailing her as their "Donna." I watched Rocco. The same hands that had just executed a traitor were now gently placing a pair of red high heels on the feet of his adoptive sister, Vivian.

I grabbed the doll off the shelf without looking at the price tag. Once again, Ziyah was by my side speaking in a hushed tone in order not to get the attention of other people. “Master, you forgot the credit card. You can't buy a thing without it” “I want it” Came my response. There was no way i was going to drop this pretty doll. It was for my baby girl. If i dropped it, someone else would take it and i couldn't let that happen. No.. No. I needed no more reminder on what to do.

There is no other choice but to follow what that damn robber said. Baby felt scared because this was the first time her head "Touch"by a gun The robber forces Baby to tell the boss's room password. Not much to say. The girl immediately entered the password on the boss's room intercom and the door opened. The robbers were busy looking for valuables and money to take them, messing up Dollan's room so that it looked like a ship broke. They do not know that there is a wooden wall that can shift sideways and there Behind the door is a special room that stores Dollan's branded and expensive stuffs.

A lush garden filled with vibrant flowers and towering trees. In the centre lies a small, serene grave adorned with a single peony. Rhys with a weathered face and gentle eyes, slowly approached, his steps heavy with the weight of memories. Raindrops fell softly, casting a melancholic veil over the scene. He smiled down at the grave and replaced the weathered Peony with a new one. “Another day, my doll.” With trembling hands, he delicately placed a fresh peony on the grave, its petals glistening with raindrops. He knelt beside it, his movements slow and deliberate. Sitting beside the grave, he gazed at it with a mixture of longing and acceptance.

Shanaya urged her and picked up the doll box, sighing as she saw Noor walking out. She ran her fingers against the edge of the pink shimmery box, inside of which a blonde-haired doll wearing a yellow gown smiled at her. She smirked, thinking back on her childhood days. Never would she let anyone else play with her dolls, or car. If she saw any of her doll in anyone else’s hand, she would simply abandon them. And then cry for the next week, mourning their loss. She had never given those dolls a second chance, even though the fault had not been theirs. Shanaya could feel the storm brewing in her chest getting stronger as every second passed and she got closer and closer to the moment when she

A promise. My hands tangled in his collar. His arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer. The elevator stopped with a jolt. Ding. The doors started to slide open. "Well, well, well..." A cold, familiar voice froze me solid. I shoved Julian away and turned to the door. Damien Costello stood there. His second-in-command, Marco, was behind him, along with some hot redhead. His black eyes were burning holes into us. My dress was a mess. My lipstick was smeared. My hair was a wreck.

He'd rather buy a thousand cars than say anything to wipe the expression of wonder from her face as she lifted the top from the first nesting doll to reveal the one beneath. Shaun laughed out loud and pointed at the face. The second doll looked very much like the first, but this one was wearing a dress of blue instead of red, and one of its eyes was closed in a mischievous wink. Shaun lifted the next doll, revealing the last one. Both eyes were half lowered, and it was wearing a white lab coat. Shaun laughed when she noticed a stethoscope around the doll's neck and hugged it to her chest.

So much more important than thread and stuffing and glass eyes, wrapped in a half-torn dress. I still feel bad about that doll. The one I saved from a hooker name. A doll I carried around with me for years, and now remember only in flashes. Bare, bright impressions, like seeing something through burned retinas. Seared over everything in a glowing silhouette. The same as Loki. I barely met Loki, but when I remember him it’s with a sick stirring so deep and violent it’s like there’s a clawed hand rammed down my throat. Churning my guts around. Turning my insides into so much fine flesh confetti.