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Dolly is probably one of the most fascinating characters in all of anime, perhaps even more so than other despairing characters found in the Neon Genesis Evangelion series. The way that Dolly treats Shinji is quite disturbing at times when she is clinging to him as if her life depended on it. And it is true that her life does depend on it. And Dolly is obsessed with Shinji’s approval of her in a very clinging, childlike manner. And yet at the same time, there is something pathetic in her attempts to show affection and to try and express her feelings to Shinji. She even attempts to express Aggression towards him at times. But despite her best efforts to appear to be aggressive towards him, her endeavors to show their greater emotion of anger at times fall short, and she ends up revealing her deeper feelings of greater love, affection, adoration, etc towards the evolutional pilot. Her greatest attempts to express her greater feelings and greater aggression are extremely pitiful and downright pathetic at times.
What I like most about Dolly is that her story mirrors the rest of the series so well. Yes, the other characters in ‘Evangelion’ are broken too, but Dolly’s brokenness is literal: she’s a patchwork of souls. Her behavior – be it possessiveness or aggression – are the result of the various parts of her not clicking into place correctly. It’s very sad really, but her ‘programmed’ affection for Shinji is actually a very poor representation of how trauma can condition people to search for love in all the wrong ways. The moment where Dolly begs Shinji to praise her, to tell her that she is real, is perhaps one of the most heartfelt scenes of the series. Of course, Dolly needs attention, but what she really needs is for someone to prove to her that she exists.
2026-03-20
Kimberly
Dolly’s fixation with Shinji stems from his singular display of kindness to her in an earlier time, a display of loving which was so mangled by her scientific origins that it proved lethal. Her existence as a Being brought into the world as a product of a lab experiment is in itself so hurtfully anomalous that her abnormal relation-to-him is moreover oddly a heart-wrenching sort of sorrowful. Every extreme manifestation of her unfathomable and unendurable love–forced beaming smiles, raging jealousy–is universally constitutive of a single poignant unhappy cry: ‘Please don’t leave me alone with myself’.
2026-03-23
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Elara Vance is one bad week away from losing everything. Her freelance career is barely keeping the lights on, her sister is falling apart on her couch, and her car is about to be repossessed. So when she accidentally damages a stranger's luxury car on an empty street, she knows she's ruined.
But the man who steps out of the black sedan isn't interested in her insurance. He isn't interested in the police. He isn't even interested in the forty‑two thousand dollars she owes him.
Adrian Volkov wants something else entirely.
He's been watching her for weeks. He knows about her sister, her bills, her father's death. He knows she's desperate enough to do anything. And he's about to prove it.
The contract is simple: she moves into his mansion, follows his rules, and becomes his Doll. In exchange, her debt disappears. No police. No record. No questions.
But the rules aren't what she expects. The mansion is a cage, the servants know more than they say, and Adrian's cold exterior hides something darker than she ever imagined. He doesn't just want her body. He wants her submission. Her trust. Her surrender.
And he won't stop until he has all of it.
Elara tells herself it's just a transaction. A way to survive. But the line between obligation and desire blurs with every glance, every touch, every night she spends in his bed. The more he controls her, the more she craves it. And the more she learns about his past, the more she realizes: she was never the one in control.
And now that she's his Doll, he'll never let her go.
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Ten sessions. Two hundred thousand dollars. Her brother’s life for her body.
Dr. Avery St. Clair signed a contract in blood. To save her family, she has to fix the mind of Obsidian City’s most feared monster, Dominic Kessler. He’s a Mafia Don rotting from the inside out. A bullet gave him C-PTSD and a touch so sensitive he can’t stand being touched. Avery is the only antidote who can calm him down. So he locked her in his villa.
But Dominic is playing a game he’s already lost.
He doesn’t know Avery is the woman from seven years ago. The stranger who saved him on that dark gambling ship and disappeared before sunrise.
He doesn’t know the scar on his wrist is burned into her memory.
And most of all, he doesn’t know the autistic little girl hiding in her clinic is his own daughter.
While Avery hides the truth behind her professional mask, their little girl feels his every nightmare. Every flashback. Every crack in his monster mask.
When the secrets finally come out, his empire will fall. He’ll lose his sight. His throne. The only woman who ever made him feel human.
To win her back, he’ll have to destroy the monster he became. And help her burn down the man who murdered her parents.
She won’t make it easy.
This is not a love story. It’s a monster learning to beg.
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I thought he had placed the wrong order and was about to tease him, but Vincenzo spoke flatly.
"I didn't book it wrong. I need to come clean with you about something."
"I've been keeping another woman. She's a good girl. She doesn't want a title or to take your place as Donna."
"But she got pregnant recently. I've already made her suffer enough. I can't let her child suffer too. I have to give the child the Moretti family name."
I froze on the exam table, my voice shaking uncontrollably.
"Then why did you abort my child?"
He wiped the ultrasound gel off my belly and smiled.
"I just want you to adopt Giuliana's child. I'm having yours terminated because I'm afraid you'll play favorites and treat her kid differently."
He handed me the consent form, calm and composed.
"I promise you will always be Donna. No one will ever take your place."
I gave him a long, hard look, then was wheeled into the operating room.
"Never mind."
"Vincenzo Moretti, you're going to regret this every single day for the rest of your life."
He didn't know it, but I was the only woman in the world who could ever give him a child.
I was known as a good girl in high society, and the most rebellious thing I ever did was to refuse to marry Asher Jonas, the head of the Ace family.
When I was kidnapped by enemies, I thought I would be assaulted and hurt. Unexpectedly, Asher fought against the kidnappers to protect me. When rescue arrived, Asher, covered in blood and on the verge of death, finally let out a sigh of relief, "Don't cry. I'll be sad."
I fell in love with this man at that moment.
After we wed, he doted on me, and I soon became pregnant. However, I overheard his conversation with his underboss.
"Don Jonas, you made a bet with Mr. Anderson Payne that you would win the heart of the good girl, Elle Sachs. You deliberately set her up to make her fall for you. Now that you've been married for two years, are you still going to keep pretending?"
Asher paused for a moment and muttered, "I can't be with Lucy Snow, so it doesn't matter who I marry."
The underboss asked in confusion, "Didn't you always complain that Donna was too dull and uninteresting? Even though you can't be together because Ms. Snow is your stepsister, you can choose any girl you want."
"Elle is very well-behaved. She won't hurt Lucy. That's why I chose her."
It turned out that all the happiness I had experienced over the past two years was fake. My husband had been deeply in love with another woman all along.
I wiped away my tears, silently packed my luggage, and left the fake prison that had been built for me, carrying the baby that I had only just conceived.
I would disappear from Asher's world and never cross paths with him again.
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"Dorothy Sanders is using the resonance system again tonight to transfer her consciousness into the doll's body. Sneaking around right under Laura Halliwell's nose is so thrilling!"
"Calvin and Dorothy really know how to have fun. That idiot of a wife probably has no idea what's going on. Haha!"
I look at the doll on the couch. The corners of its mouth are curled into an eerie smile.
I smile too.
Since you love being a doll so much, I'll make sure you stay one forever.
Ten years with Don Maximus. I went from the crazy girl who demanded his "undying loyalty" at gunpoint to Chicago's perfect Donna.
When Maximus took the casino's hottest stripper to his private room, I didn't lose my mind.
Instead, I tossed the woman the keys to a Manhattan penthouse.
When Maximus's new flame threw a tantrum at a yacht party, I didn't bat an eye.
Instead, after she slapped a waiter in a fit of pique, I made the police problem go away.
When Maximus fought with one of his girls, I'd even send her a limited-edition Birkin to smooth things over.
And today, Maximus is busy fucking his hot new toy in the study, while another pregnant mistress stands on the estate's rooftop, threatening to jump just to see him.
And I'm still the one in my red-bottom heels, calmly going to clean up his mess.
The mistress screamed, desperate. "I'm not having this baby! Get Maximus!"
I took a sip of my wine, my voice bored. "He's busy today. You have the baby, and I'll make sure seven figures show up in your offshore account."
My indifference set her off. She grabbed my wrist, her grip like iron. "You're pathetic, Angelina! There was a time he wouldn't even look at another woman because of you. He slaughtered an entire family for you. When you were shot, he knelt in the pouring rain outside a church, begging God to take his life for yours! But now? You can't even get into his bed. All you can do is stand here and play the gracious Donna!"
Her nails left red marks on my skin, but the smile on my face didn't crack.
Did she really think a little drama would change anything?
I wasn't playing the gracious Donna. I was just done.
And I was finally ready to let Maximus go.
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