Welcome To The Dollhouse Cast Novels & Stories

She would be on display for all to see. “Welcome gentlemen,” A short blonde greeted us with a huge smile, she took a moment to eye each of us. She wasn’t hard on the eyes, and if things were different she may have been a little fun to tangle with. “Welcome to the Doll’s House, if you would follow me I’ll get you all weighed in then you will be free to mingle.”

Noah stood still, his hands breaking out in cold sweat, his heart racing but he didn't want to get his hopes up. "Greta! the room is ready!" shrieked a woman in a neat dark blue suit. "Got it, boss! umm, Rachel, Noah, this is Dorothy, she is the lead of the household int this mansion. She is the key that is running everything in this place, if not for her everything would be very messy and chaotic. Dorothy smiled, showing the Winkles on her face. "Greta is always over reacting! Don't listen to her, I'm just a maid who's been cleaning her poo since she was a baby!" joked Dorothy.

story house, a giant garage, I could see that there was a room inside it full of cars with a hood on top of each one. We got out of the car and headed for the door. “Welcome to my father's house, America. House, I would call this a castle, what things in life, while I'm in my apartment struggling to improve it. "I promise not to be silly," I raised my hand in peace. A butler opened the door. “Mr. Dalton, a pleasure to have you here”he made a strange gesture of welcome”to the lady too, she is very welcome. I nodded

The courier eventually left. The front door closed once more. And all that remained was a large box in the living room. Hazel stood quietly in front of it. Aurora slowly opened it. Inside was a large dollhouse. Complete with tiny lights and miniature furniture. Exactly the kind of thing a child Hazel's age would love. And she did. Hazel smiled when she saw it. "It's beautiful." Aurora nodded. "Very beautiful." But she could see something else. Hazel was smiling.

Elena's point of view. I sit on the living room couch in Charles and Emma's house, surrounded by toys and baby gear scattered across every surface. The couch feels uneven behind me, and after shifting repeatedly, I reach back to find the source—a baby doll with its head twisted awkwardly. Its eyes, designed to close when lying flat, have one stubbornly stuck open. Gently, I fix the eyelid and straighten its head before placing it beside me.

The dollhouse is small enough to carry and large—enough to sit on a table and become a world. Mia stands with both hands pressed flat against her sternum as if holding herself in. The dollhouse is painted soft white with lavender trim. The roof is shingled in what might be real cedar, each piece cut small and laid in overlapping rows, and a tiny copper weathervane at the peak has a crown instead of a rooster. There are four rooms visible from the open side—a throne room with a floor made from thin slices of shell, a bedroom with a canopy bed that has actual fabric on it, fabric so small it might have been cut from a scarf. There is a kitchen with a bucket the size of a thumbnail. There is a

Caroline exclaimed, her small fingers caressing the details of the doll. "Yes, Caroline, he said this doll belonged to his daughter. And, you know, you can keep it. I'm sure he'll be happy knowing it's in good hands," I replied, feeling a comforting warmth seeing the happiness on my little one's face. Caroline smiled radiantly, hugging the doll with care. "I'll take good care of her, Lily. And when Mr. Miller comes, I want to thank him personally for this special gift." The joy persisted but was interrupted by the abrupt entrance of Madame Baker. Her harsh tone echoed through the room, demanding that I interrupt the fun to perform household chores.

“You’re such a dork.” We step into the house, and it’s even more gorgeous inside. The living room is huge…like, I-could-do-cartwheels-in-here huge. White marble walls, white tiled floors, and this insane high ceiling. It’s like a winter wonderland… minus the snow. The only pop of color comes from the sleek black and red couches scattered around. Before I can take it all in, Damon's mom, Anna, comes sweeping toward us. She's a tall woman with elegant features and warm brown eyes.

He carried Hayzel and followed behind Sparkle as she walked into the house and then turned for the great room. “I’ve got a couple of surprises for you two.” “For Christmas?” Hayzel gave him a squeeze, then as she saw what was waiting for her, she squealed. “Oh, my goodness!” That quick gasp was followed by another squeal, this one higher than the one before. She squirmed to get out of Kaleb’s arms, then raced across the room to the oversize fairy castle dollhouse sitting in front of the tree.

I call out as I make my way down the lengthy stairwell, seeing the big ol’ guards that are used to fighting off erratic vampires and enemies in wars now playing dolls with both my kids. The biggest and toughest guard Sean looks up at me and smiles this sarcastic grin at me. “Just great boss,” he says then immediately draws his attention back to Mariella who’s mumbling a bunch of nonsense and pointing angrily at the big dollhouse that was gifted to the two of them by my fathers new ‘wife’. “Sorry, my lady,” he apologizes and continues to play with his princess doll just to keep her entertained. Couldn’t have asked for better guards.