Shanghai Doll Novels & Stories

“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?"

The strange silence fell over the atmosphere, and Sol Jillian and Sol Rogue exchanged glances. "Who exactly is Shan Yang?"

gently said Shirone, returning the doll the three bullies dropped on the ground when they fled back into the arms of its rightful owner. Julian was surprised to hear that someone actually sent their maid to come to his rescue. Most people tended to keep their distance from him, labeling him weird and frowning upon his interest in dolls. "If you follow me, I can take you over there so you can express your thanks, and do not worry. Our ojou-sama is very kind and understanding," Shirone explained softly to the timid boy who began following after her to express his thanks to her ojou-sama.

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

There was a thick layer of dust inside the room because no one had entered for nearly two decades. Olympias had the impression that she didn’t know where to begin. “It’s right there,” Slaine said as he pointed to the wooden box on the bookshelf. “All right.” Olympias nodded. She walked toward the wooden box and took it down. When she opened the box, it was the same as if she had opened the ancient sheepskin scroll that sealed the devil. The first thing that caught her attention was a doll made of straw. Numerous needles were piercing the doll’s body, and its face was hideous and gloomy. When Olympias saw this doll again after nearly two decades, it still gave her the creeps.

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.

"Hey, bitch, do you know the cost of the table you just put a hole in?" Pia's face is red with anger. "What all are you looking at? Attend to your things! To answer someone's query, we are going to Shanghai! Shut up, all of you, and mind your own damn business! This is not a cheap television drama!"

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.”