Treasure Doll

Quinley Ysabelle, a certified nobody, a loner and a simple highschool student who is about to graduate from the secondary level. But because of a school retreat, everything has changed. Knowing that she is not just a simple human but a hybrid that has a tiara in her head.A princess who possessed such a divine magic inside her. A half-human and half-fairy who will cause the ruin and order of the kingdom. But what if, she got stuck between that two situation because of someone.Could she still choose her heart over mind? Or her mind over heart?

When I first started at Serenity Hills, the head nurse told me coma patients paid well—but the job was messy and brutal. They could only get IV nutrition. Screw that up, and you're basically killing them. Today was day thirty of looking after the girl. Young. Gorgeous. Like always, I hit the nurse's station to grab her IV bags— But then I saw it. Thirty glucose bottles gone. IV nutrition? Still sealed. Chills shot down my spine.

"It is an anxious, sometimes a dangerous thing to be a doll. Dolls cannot choose; they can only be chosen; they cannot 'do'; they can only be done by."

A dark and gloomy villa stood in the middle of the barren landscape, hidden from sight by a perched hedge. It was phenomenal and spectacular, but it makes it appear to have succumbed to a sullen and ominous atmosphere, both inside and out. A lanky hedge and gnarled shrubs give off the impression that the house has indeed been overlooked. The rainstorm seeping from the sewer pipes made the place appear miserable and dispirited. Needless to say, the house appeared razed to the ground and devoid of life. The house was made of rune stone that had been smeared darker in spots by downpours, sending it an insidious demeanor even during the day. The window frames were all padlocked and bricked up in steel frames and woods, as if what was inside would have been too grotesque to see, trying to give the impression that someone must have attempted to prevent something horrible from escaping. People have claimed that the residence was plagued by the witch who died there, but there has been no tangible evidence to substantiate their claims. It was even widely speculated that the villa was venomous and mowed down the leaves of trees that come into direct contact with its concrete pillars. People also construed a terrifying presumption that whoever tries to enter the house will never make it out alive because there is something inside that you would never dare to see with your very own eyes. Whatever was real or not, it was unmistakably foreshadowing, exponentially cold and savage at a hundredth of a thousand glances. A breathtaking doll sat competently on a rocking chair inside the house. Waiting complacently for someone brave and heroic enough to unravel the abominable and ghoulish mystery and paradox behind her enchanting, spine-chilling smile.

"Nikahi aku!" Allard menatap tertarik ke arah seorang gadis yang berdiri di hadapannya. Mata gadis itu memancarkan kesungguhan yang membuat Allard menyunggingkan senyuman tipis. Mengangkat alisnya dengan gaya sombong, Allard berujar, "Layani aku satu malam, jika pelayananmu memuaskan aku akan mempertimbangkan untuk menikahimu."

Dodging scandals after scandals is Corelle Tatiana Villafuerte's expertise. Hindi madaling panatilihing maganda at malinis ang reputasyon niya lalo pa't kilalang heneral ang kanyang ama. Gagawin niya ang lahat para sa kagustuhan nito kahit pa labag ito sa kanyang kalooban. Ngayo'y tila nakawala siya sa pagpapanggap nang malaman ang katotohanan. Who would have thought that her strict and disciplinarian father is part of a criminal organization? The tables have now turned. She wants to give him a piece of his own medicine, so she sets foot to reveal everything — but everything has a price. She's been kidnapped, held captive, and threatened. By who? The billionaire she can see in magazines, television, and billboards! Who turns out to be the mafia underboss! The man whose sparkling diamond stud, scar cuts, tattoos, and dark suits can blind her. Instead of killing her, he offered to make her his doll. Someone he can dress up to flaunt, display, and play with. After all, he needs a wife to earn the respect of the other mafia boss. Without knowing how messy it could be, she went straight ahead and enjoyed the privileges of being the billionaire's doll. Pero doon lang ba nakabatay ang halaga niya? Sa karangyaan na kayang ipalasap ng binata? Will she remain cherished? Or will the billionaire throw her away when he's finished with her? Is that all she'll ever be? His doll?

I was the top bounty thief in the organization. The best they had. After turning in my final score, I announced on the spot that I was done for good. Then, I stood in my studio, blending paint. A single photograph was pinned to the wall before me. Black Viper filled the doorway, the light behind him casting his face in shadow. "What's it like," he asked quietly, "pretending to be an artist?" He stepped further inside. "Does paint smell better than blood?" I placed the palette knife down and wiped my hands slowly. "I'm done. I walked away." "Old Fox didn't approve of it." "That's not my concern." Black Viper crossed the room and tapped the old photograph on the wall. "Are you certain?" I did not want to look. I told myself not to. However, my gaze shifted anyway. A young boy stared back from the photo. "The blind kid?" I had spent ten years searching for him. "Where is he?" I moved toward the wall, reaching to rip the picture down. "One last job," Black Viper said, pressing his palm against the photo. My hand stopped in midair. "What's the target?" "The final lot at next month's auction that the Gilbert Group will be holding. "It's called Mermaid's Tear."

In Kingdom where women and girls are thrust into a life of bondage to be used as pleasure dolls for men and rich folks who could afford to buy them, a young, innocent girl of fifteen, green in life finds herself looking toward this life, with horror stories of dolls echoing deep in her heart, leaving her green eyes wide with terror. Then fate strikes and she finds herself in the path of another, though in a different path, but shares the same fate. A life in bondage. She has been made one of the most powerful woman in the kingdom, not through her making, but by the greediness of a mother, and the ambition of a father. She is the twelfth wife of a cruel old King, who kills his wives without hesitancy at the failure to produce a male child. Their path intertwine at the wedding ceremony, indoctrinating the young black haired beauty into her new life. They were not looking for it, but love came knocking on their door. It is frowned upon, it is an abomination, if found out their lives is at stake, but these young women couldn’t resist the calling of their heart. Is love worth all the hell they would go through?

Ruchee Ramos was a woman who will do everything for her sister. She becomes her mother and father for the past years. She was this type of person who wasn’t interested in interacting with other people’s lives, and making friends was out of her vocabulary. A pragmatic one who loves to take risks without resting. For her, a shred of the bloodline is the most valuable thing in the world that no one can change. But her life changed when she got abducted and listed as one of the highest items in the famous underworld auction. Can she save herself from being sold, or will her soul be sold to one of the underworld’s most extraordinary billionaire?

Tobias Ashford, the self made Billionaire, slept with Hazel Cameron, an unusual Stripper in a drunken night and now she was fixed on making him take responsibility for stealing her virginity.