Abandoned Doll Novels & Stories

We went straight to Daisy's locker. "What are we doing?" Jessica asked. I pulled out Daisy's wolf doll. "We're going to destroy this." "That's just a toy," Sarah said. "It's not just a toy," I said. "It belonged to her dead mother. It's the only thing she has left of her." I took out a knife and cut off the wolf's head. Then I pulled out a fake vampire head I had bought at the costume store and sewed it onto the doll's body.

“Doll..” “There are two types of a doll. Barbie doll and Annabelle. I might look like a barbie doll but I am Annabelle for those who will dare to cross my path and I am not coming back to you at least not because of this reason.”, I finished and turned my heels to leave them. Vyom didn’t stop me but I knew he won’t sit calmly but I swear, if he dared to use his force or power to bring me back, then I would go easy with him.” .

“Do you need help?” “No, but if you’re going to stand there like a scarecrow, it’s going to increase my anxiety.” If she expects me to fall for whatever trick she’s trying to pull, she’s got another thing coming. Corina gets back to looking for the doll in her closet. She has to climb onto a stool to get on the top shelf, and that’s when she whips out a beige and brown teddy bear. It looks worn but well-kept. One eye is missing and a similar-looking button is sown on instead, and the hairs on the doll are matted. It looks like something an adult would have had since they were a child. So, I guess she wasn’t lying about the doll. Go figure.

Just like every other day, Esmeralda descended the stairs slowly, hugging the Barbie doll Annabelle had gotten her on her fifth birthday. Staring at the doll now, Jade couldn't help but wonder if she practiced Halloween with it, owing to the plucked out eyes and torn ears. The doll looked more like the fairytale evil step mother, gaping stiffly with empty sockets and twisted nose, but her doll was the least of Jade's problems. "Good evening, ma'am." Esmeralda's nanny greeted, emerging from the room upstairs, Jade wondered if she had been so lost that she hadn't noticed her behind Esmeralda all along.

There was no name tag. I frowned slightly. I didn’t remember approving that one. I need to have a word with security after this, what were they thinking letting things with unknown origin reach my daughter. Amber’s fingers worked carefully at the ribbon until the paper fell away. Inside was a simple doll, not flashy, not branded, just soft, with a yellow dress and a braid tied with white ribbon. For a moment, she didn’t move. Then her eyes lit up. “I love this! This one’s my favorite,” she whispered, hugging it close.

I said, as I left the two girls on the bed and petted them both. “I want my daddy and Suzy,” cried the girl, hopelessly. I sighed. All I had in my head were images of Suzy cursing me and then leaving. What was her damn problem anyway? “If you want, I can let you play with Bibi,” said Abby, offering the old rag doll that she always took everywhere. Abby was seven years old and a shy girl, but so loving. Her dark, curly hair always went into her big eyes, so I started doing frontal puddles in her head.

She hugged the blanket over her chest and looked at me with utmost fear in her eyes. I reached out to touch her face but was immediately pushed away, "Doll. Listen to me." This was an order for her and she had no choice but to obey unconditionally. Because that was the condition of our transaction when I spent money to buy her body and her obedience. But over time, I found myself pampering this little doll to the point where she began to dare to rebel against me. Her cherry lips were pressed together tightly to prevent tears from falling. Damn it, I was feeling sorry for her and tried to lower my tone.

Vanessa said, stopping in front of a massive abstract piece—all blues and golds, chaotic and beautiful. I stared at it. For the first time in hours, I felt something other than fear. “It’s called Rebirth,” Matthew read from the placard. I let out a shaky breath. “It’s beautiful.” “You’re going to be okay,” Vanessa said quietly, slipping her hand into mine. “I know it doesn’t feel like it right now. But you will.” I wanted to believe her. We spent the next forty minutes walking slowly through the exhibits. Vanessa made ridiculous comments about some of the stranger pieces, making me laugh despite everything. Matthew pointed out details I’d missed—brushstrokes, hidden meanings, the way light p

"She’d be a doll. And I don't love dolls." "Then you are the obstacle," Ghost-Elara sighed. She didn't summon a sword. She summoned the **Environment**. The translucent houses of the Nursery began to fold in on themselves, the glass and amber fluid shaping into a colossal tidal wave of suburban debris. Picket fences, minivans, and lawn chairs flew through the air, driven by the white static of the Original Template. ### The Soul-Dump "SARAH!" I screamed, looking up at the spire.

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