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Synopsis "So you're admitting you're a bad person?" I teased. "I'm a bad boy." "Then that makes me a bad girl?" "No." He gently tilted my chin upward. His eyes locked onto mine. A dark smirk appeared on his lips. "You're beautiful like a doll. Feisty and strong." His voice dropped lower. "So I'd say you're the Badboy's Baby Doll." ★★ Everyone knows Trevor Macall. The ruthless king of Dominant High School. Trevor Macall was every girl's fantasy and every student's nightmare— a dangerously handsome bad boy with a cold heart, a ruthless reputation, and secrets buried so deep that no one dared to uncover them. Then Claudia Jackson walks into his world... She had never been good at following rules. Unlike everyone else, Claudia refuses to bow to Trevor's reputation. She challenges him, fights back, and sees beyond the cold mask he wears. One unexpected encounter turns into countless collisions, heated arguments become irresistible attraction, and before either of them realizes it, the girl who was supposed to stay away becomes the only one capable of breaking through Trevor's walls. For the first time, Trevor finds himself wanting to protect someone more than he wants to protect his secrets. But love has never been kind to people like them. But however loving Trevor means becoming a target, because the closer she gets to him, the more dangerous his world becomes. As enemies emerge from the shadows, long-buried truths come to light, and Trevor's dangerous past catches up with him, Claudia is forced to choose between walking away... or risking everything for the boy everyone fears. Sometimes, the most dangerous bad boy doesn't steal your heart. He becomes the only place it ever belonged.

He didn't want her money. He wanted her. 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. Doll is a dark romance with explicit content, power dynamics, and a slow‑burn descent into obsession. Recommended for readers 18+.

My childhood friend said that he was connected with the doll. Now that he had lost it, he called me up to cry. One hand held my phone as I consoled him, while the other toyed with the doll. His voice began to take on a more interesting tone with my purposeful touches… I squeezed and pinched the toy and comforted him, “Shh, I agree with you. Whoever took your toy is a terrible person…”

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.

Beverly just move in Los Angeles with her family. When she first entered school, she meet a boy named Kevin. He invited Beverley to go to a small party and meet some other boy and girl and became good friends. That night, Kevin came sneaking into Beverly's room. He gave a gift that contained a summoning game board called The Ouija Board. While Beverly and Sarra are working on an assignment together, Sarra suggests inviting another of their friends to play the board. It just so happened that there were only the two of them because Beverley's parents weren't home. The catastrophe started after that. One by one they mysteriously disappeared. No one knows where they are. The police also searched but did not produce any clues. Beverly and her remaining friends try to find a way to find their friends.

My cousin, Isabelle Cox, dies of cancer. However, my adoptive parents, who have always loved her the most, don't shed a single tear. Instead, they go on an overseas trip with my adoptive brother, Cedric Cox. After they return, they give me an exquisite doll and ask me to put it right next to my bed every night. My adoptive mother, Vivian Mason, looks at my swollen eyes and smiles tenderly. "Why, you're such a grateful and sentimental kid. This is such a pretty doll. Let it stay by your side and accompany you like it's your sister, alright?" I agree. Later, my body becomes increasingly weak, and I sleep all day. One day, when I wake up, I am horrified to find that I am trapped inside the doll and can't move at all. My deceased cousin, Isabelle, became "me"! Beaming widely, she cuts my hair and also my limbs one by one. Then, she throws my mutilated body into the fire. As the flames engulf me, I see my adoptive family standing behind her. On their faces, they show happy and relieved expressions. When I open my eyes again, I am back to the day when they give me the doll.