Tale Of The Dollmaker Novels & Stories

“I’d heard you were in lockup for a while. Sounds like you had a rough time there.” “It was the worst, yeah,” said Eva. “I got stabbed so many times.” “And also the best,” added Miko. “I learned so very much.” The Toymaker laughed at their youthful exuberance. “Tell me more,” he said. “I like to live vicariously through my best contractors.” “Maybe you oughta watch our ‘Cast,” said Eva. As they gave a brief recollection of their time at the Empire, he placed the last few parts of his toy, tightened it down, and closed it up. It resembled a little jackal, curled up in a golf-ball sized orb.

Its torn-out arms waved at Jia. "..T-the doll...is alive?" Sir Benjamin stood beside Jia. "It's not alive. Look more closely." Jia squinted her eyes, then her eyes turned wide. "This! An entrapment!" Sir Benjamin nodded. To be able to make the doll as an entrapment. How great are the skills of the shaman who made this doll?! "As you said, this could entrap ghosts. Including your friend outside." Sir Benjamin said with a mysterious smile on his face.

Alex cut his finger with his fingernail, squeezed out a little blood and dripped it on a paper doll, activating the Paper Doll Curse of Three Realms. Hermione looked at the throbbing paper doll. “Sir, what’s the name of this doll? I always felt it’s particularly wicked, as if it had jumped out of the three realms and was not inside the five elements. If Master hadn’t given me the Reflective Eye, we would’ve been in the dark and wouldn’t know we were exposed under your surveillance.” Alex concentrated his efforts on controlling the paper doll. He did not answer her question. After a while, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But Shasha was still trying to speak, the movement of her lips seemed to say, "The doll ... The doll ... The doll can see ..." ***

" I rose to my feet and made my way to the living room. "I told you there's no need for that!" Calvin's voice rose to a sharp pitch, edged with panic. I stopped and turned to look at him. His face was flushed a near-crimson shade. He drummed his fingers against the edge of the table, then squeezed out his explanation, "The doll… is made from a special material. Water will ruin it." "Then how are you supposed to clean it? Dry-clean?" I asked. "No!" He shot to his feet, cutting me off from the living room. "Just leave it alone. I'll deal with it myself."

Meilin nods, and begins the tale of the shameful part of her family, and hopes that the Queen doesn’t hate her when she is done. “He is the one that sold you?” Yuelan questions when the blonde finished her tale. She feels bad on behalf of the blonde, because no one deserves to be treated the way the blonde was treated. If she could she would abolish the doll law. On the other hand, she couldn’t help but be grateful to her father, because if he hadn’t sold the girl she wouldn’t have met her. Selfish, she knows, but she is not perfect. “I am glad,” Yuelan speaks her thought out loud.

"Maeve, I want to sleep now. Please don't tell them, okay?" Maeve thought for a moment, then agreed, "Okay." As Talia breathed a sigh of relief, Quentin suddenly moved beneath the blanket. Maeve noticed a lump beside Talia and curiously asked, "Aunt Talia, what's that bump next to you?" Talia patted the mound and explained, "It's my big doll." Maeve was even more curious. "What kind of doll? It looks as big as a person." "It's a custom-made doll. I sleep hugging it. Otherwise, I can't fall asleep."

Tiffany sniffled again, her eyes ravaging him from his face to his shoes, then back to his face. There's only one thing that came up in her mind—she needs to feel him more, and she has to. It won't be free, and she could at least use the money for her mother's struggling cake shop. She'd blame this on tipsiness later, though she's in her right senses. She needs this, direly. She stepped closer, braving up. "I hear you hire sèx dolls for yourself nightly," she voiced, taking another step closer with throbbing throat.