Novel & Cerita Shanghai Doll

"Even if it's old and a girl's toy, it's mine. Nobody can take it!" Shen Jifei now looked like an angry lion cub. "Where did you put the doll?" This doll was the only thing he brought from Yi Residence. It was given to him by Lil Jin! It was his most precious treasure!

At the very center of the table sat an Evil Doll. The doll was only about half a foot tall, dressed in a kimono. The silk fabric shimmered with an eerie luster in the dimness, embroidered with intricate golden vine patterns. Some of the gold threads had already worn out, revealing the dark base beneath, resembling dried bloodstains.

Taking that, Abhinav walked towards Shivay and said creepily showing the jar, "These eyeballs belong to Raghav's who claimed to love my doll. He looked at my doll with these eyes. So, I take out his eyes from his sockets when he was alive.!! Hearing Abhinav's words Shivay understood that this psycho is going to do something like that with him. His whole body is now shaking abruptly and he has peed on his pants. Abhinav noticed Shivay's behaviour and gave him a sinister smile. Then he again took another jar in his hand and showed it to shivay. He said with a satisfied voice, " this heart belongs to that bastard whom I hate the most. I took out his heart from his ribcage when he was alive." Ab

Her final, twisted "thank you." *** Later, I heard Sienna left Rivera once her probation was up. She never touched the frozen trust fund. Chose to live her own way instead. Rumors said she'd been seen out in the sticks, teaching kids art and music. A volunteer. A ghost of the girl she used to be. I thought of her smile—and without meaning to, pulled out my phone. On a dark web forum, I started a new post. [Coma doll. Young. Stunning. $500/hr.]

Soren’s POV Sasha’s nails clawed at my wrist, but I didn’t loosen my grip. Not yet. She gasped, the doll tumbling from her fingers and landing on the floor between us, its threadbare body twisted unnaturally. “I said,” I growled, my voice low and shaking with barely restrained fury, “undo it.” “I did,” she rasped. “She’s fine.” The sight of that cursed little doll sent another surge of rage through me. I squeezed just enough for her breath to hitch. “If you ever do something like that again—if you so much as think about touching her—I won’t stop at this. Do you understand me?”

The needle pierced her palm, and blood flowed out. But she could not feel the pain. What kind of pain could compare to the pain of a dead heart? She stood up and walked to the kitchen, opening the refrigerator. It was nearly empty. The only thing inside was a sealed bag containing several frozen shrimp. She had bought them specially that day to entertain the guests. She took them out and placed them in water to thaw. Then she clumsily peeled off the shells, removed the veins, and chopped the bright red shrimp into paste. She mixed all the shrimp paste into a bowl of noodles.

"Honey, I can always tell the sharks apart from the guppies..." The what from the what? What the hell is her deal anyway... "First off..." she says smoothly, "you’re sitting ramrod straight like you’ve got a fist shoved up your ass." My jaw drops at her crude language and she smirks wider around another drag of her cigarette. "You’re also looking around with those big wide innocent baby blues... like a lost Disney princess." I scowl but my face burns with shame, "That is not true!" "Oh it absolutely is..." She gestures lazily around us, "And in places like this?"she continues. "Creeps can smell innocence from miles away. You keep looking around like that and one of them’s gonna drag you into

As I passed the underground armory, the low murmurs from inside made me stop. That voice belonged to Vincenzo Corleone. However, it was unusually soft. I gently pushed the door open a crack and saw him standing beside a velvet chair. His black suit jacket rested on his arm, his white shirtsleeves rolled up to his forearms. In his arms was a lifelike doll. A doll identical to Sophia Corleone. The almond eyes, the pink lips, even the beauty mark at the corner of her left eye were exactly the same. The skirt was embroidered with daisies—the same pattern I had helped Sophia choose last year.

It was made of pure gold with life-like humans and beasts carved on it. Who was this young girl that made one of the Rogers kowtow? Darryl frowned. He did not expect that in such an auction, there would be many powerful people among them. “Let me have a look.” A petite silhouette with high heels approached Zack. It was Shelly Sullivan, the Chief of Staff of the hospital! She was known as Donghai City’s miracle healer. Zack had called a few medical staff to station at the auction in case of any medical emergencies. Since she was free today, she decided to come.