Shanghai Doll Novels & Stories

I tried to console him, “Hey, hey. Calm down, okay? It’s alright. We can always go back to the temple and get you another one.” “No! The doll and I are connected! I can feel what happens to it!” “Connected?” I cleared my throat, “Just because you’re handsome doesn’t mean I’ll believe everything that comes out of your mouth, dude.” “No! You don’t get it! I can actually feel everything that’s done to the doll!” I smiled and calmed myself before replying, “I told you the doll was weird, didn’t I? So, what happened to it?” “I gave it away. I gave it to one of the more handsome ones when we were at the park yesterday.”

He added. Gerry focus his eyes towards the doll. It was that some sort of doll, where one would mostly find on antique shop. It looks old, worn out perhaps by how long it might have been in his possession if it actually belongs to him. It was dirty, there are remnants of mud clinging on its clothes. It was figure of a small girl, woven smile and button eyes it what make it somehow, appease the murder it might have witness as it continue pretentiously watching ahead at what it’s owner committed.

He removed his sword from its sheath, raising it up; as he pointed to where the decapitated head lay. “A Suramite soldier leaped up suddenly amongst the dead men near the entrance door to the palace. Oh! You wonder how it happened, for I am still in shock. It is a miraculous thing. Look at this...” Tactically, he swiveled the luminous sword in his hand. The rays of the sun reflected on it and dazzled their sight. How had Murai become as powerful as to kill a soldier, Jonah thought, wondering how things could change in minutes.

Moving her eyes carefully left and right and keeping her head slightly bowed to avoid disrespecting the other mafia associates, she wondered how many other souls were being sold at that very moment Sherryl trailed behind Dallion as they moved through the upscale fashion district. Dallion had initially mentioned buying her new shoes, but she quickly realized that wasn't happening. Instead, she carried the bags filled with his handpicked clothes, feeling the weight of them as they moved from store to store. If there was anything she’d noticed about the man who now owned her, it was that he was incredibly selective, bargaining down even the finest fabrics with a practiced, almost bored expressi

“I like an Ace in my deck of cards. You are something special. I will keep you." “But you have to promise never to tell anyone what you know. Do we have a deal or not?" Seeing the excitement in its eyes, I was tempted to push my luck a little. “I will do it if you throw in a gadget," I said nervously. My fingers crossed. The doll's smile widened. It pulled out a heart shaped pink vile. “How about I give you a love portion?" it asked rhetorically. “With just one of these, you can turn three of your companions into your love slaves."

Only a haunting sense of loss. Damian stepped forward, his chest tight. That doll... Camila once had a similar doll she had kept from her childhood. Was this a message? Or just another agonizing coincidence? "Why the doll, Ms. Blake?" an art critic asked. Sheina glanced at Damian, then at Lady Beatrice, who looked slightly tense. "The doll symbolizes a shattered childhood. Or perhaps, something precious left behind on the road because its owner was too blind to see its value." Damian approached Sheina as the crowd began to disperse. "You did this on purpose," he hissed lowly. "You’re using my memories to attack me. If you aren't her, how could you paint things only Camila and I knew?"

Shi Shi looked at the white powder in her master's hand and the cold glint in her eyes , making her curious . " This ?" looking pointedly at the wrapper , Shen Xinyi spoke airily " This - this is nothing just an aborticide " " What ?" " What ?" HengHeng and Shishi looked at Shen Xinyi as if she has just popped another head . Who will dare to harm the eldest grandchild of the Shen Family? Who has eaten the gall of a leopard? They raised their head and met Shen Xinyi 's jet-black pupils that seemed to be a bottomless sea of serenity.Inexplicably, they shivered , and then Heng Heng straightened out and asked her mistress

A chilling cold trickled down my back at the sight. A similar twelve-inch PVC boy doll that had been haunting me, sat on the floor. Cute and spine-curdling cuddly. Eddison followed my line of vision and was bending to take it up. “Why would this be here?” “Don't touch it.” I blurted out to stop him. The toy both repulsed and unnerved me. So, it was her. Jiya knew we were on to her. She was trying to scare me. Eddison erected himself. He scratched the side of his neck as his forehead wrinkled with a lack of understanding. “It’s just a doll, Luna. Maybe Selma has her kids somewhere on this floor.”

Honestly, Doll just wanted to be left alone and take a nice long nap so when he awoke he could tell himself all the important things he wanted to keep in his memory. He gave the answer he could parrot from class. "I am a small god. I am here to give my power to my beloved toms." No, no! His soul ached. He only had one beloved tom and that tom would never ask him to give up what these monsters were asking. The things that made him whole and real. "And we accept your gift." The tom began the needle treatment. Doll's hopes were dashed when he looked to see if this tom might be wearing the strange bracelet.

The innocent-looking doll face little girl is in her silence as she holds a clear and big jar within her arms with an ominous smoke like incandescent fog swirling inside and illuminating in a light green neon-colored light. With her Mistress, her treated mother, her master, and her very creator concocting the perfect doll. She observes and carefully taking everything at mind and heart, as her Mistress puts a drop of her blood and a shard of her heart and soul in a form of a crystal flower, it says in a whisper. “With your blood and shard of your very being, she will be the half of you, yet not. Your life is bind, but will never cross until I say it.”