Abandoned Doll Novels & Stories

Hearing Wanda’s confession, the soul in the lantern started to talk. “What do you want from me?” Smiling, Wanda let the insanity gleam in her eyes. “Oh, I want many things. Your body is a very good fertiliser for my flowers and trees. It’s the best we’ve seen in a century, so I’m afraid I can’t give that back. However, I have something even better for you. I have a doll that you might have heard about when you signed up for the NNN Challenge. That new android love doll is a modern voodoo doll meant to stimulate sexual arousal in our tentacle workers for better work efficiency. However, I want to make one without any curses for you.”

A harmless woman went out on a date with a young man and on their way home, was abducted by a man who had previously threatened her. This man who is none other than Mr. Rodney Richmond had made her pregnant while pretending to love her and hiding his marital status from her. When he learnt of the pregnancy, he asked her to terminate it but she refused and he abandoned her and she left the city for another in shame to give birth and raise her child alone when it finally comes forth. Somehow or the other, Richmond finds out her whereabouts and suddenly wanted to claim paternal rights over the child and professes that he never stopped loving the mother but she refused because she could not brin

I was useless to them without something to offer. I was just a Doll. A fake fiancée with a fake name and a fake pregnancy. I looked out the window and didn't say anything else. I felt like I was drowning in secrets and I didn't know which way was up.

Not hers. My hands started shaking. 'Are they selling off coma patients' bodies?' All those stories from school came flooding back. My skin crawled. I fought the nausea and fear, forced myself to finish cleaning her up. I was about to leave when I saw it—the music box on her nightstand. Ms. Deinert had told me not to mess with it. But my hand moved anyway. I popped it open. No music. Just velvet at the bottom. Then I saw it—tiny crumbs near the edge. Crackers, maybe?

Breathing hard with tears in her eyes, hands shivering and choking she found her only mate fallen there. "MY DOLL!!" she screamed, ran to her, picking it from dirt and hugged her crying "Don't..... leave me please. Don't leave me alone here I am scared" she looked at her smiling and said "I'm sorry that I dropped you" But, her doll was still smiling sweetly even after being fallen in black mud. It still had it's smile which encouraged little girls to play and that what it's smile She rubbed her tears and looked up at the dustbin "maybe we can find food here?"

They stepped inside, holding up their torchlights, only to be met with a room filled with garbage. The stench was unbearable, thick and suffocating. Amidst the filth lay a worn-out, grimy mat—it had been my bed. The only possession I had was a tattered doll I'd brought from home. The doll stood out in the squalor. Its age was apparent; the fabric was faded and patched in several places. Yet, it was clear the doll had once been cherished, lovingly repaired by its owner.

Stained with blood and dirt? I dropped to my knees as I stare in horror. I can see the reflection of the sun in the gem. I can see a picture moving. A girl was playing in the woods with a doll in her hand. They wore the same dress but this one is clean. The girl was happy and enjoying the day. There was a shadow walking towards her, carrying a big rock. The girl sat down in the leaves and without her realizing it, a guy dressed as a senior hit the rock on her head, and she dropped her head in the leaves. The senior ran away from the dead girl. A gem was left on the forehead of the doll. The girl's body is lifeless. The gem shone bright, the doll blinks its button eyes and stands up. It tur

And since it was, how we played made all the difference. I felt something brush up against my leg the moment Kizzy built up the courage to speak. It was one of the dolls - the eyeless, mouthless dolls that only had symbols on their clothed stomachs. The one doll touching my ankle had a pentagram on their belly, drawn in red. Aside from yarned hair on their head, everything else was bare. If they had stories to tell, they wouldn't be able to tell them.

With a resigned gesture, he slaps his palms together, the sound echoing in the tense silence, and leans forward on his knees, his posture a mix of frustration and anticipation. "Underground whispers suggest that she is the final remaining Doll, a human safeguard for the Elders of the Lombardi family. Years ago, the Lombardis implemented a sinister program to brainwash children, conditioning them to retain critical information that could only be accessed through carefully chosen phrases or intense emotional distress. The last recorded Doll, Lorelei Lombardi, mysteriously vanished after she courageously leaked crucial information. Rumour has it that she dedicated herself to mastering the abili