Abandoned Doll Novels & Stories

Celea put the key in and opened what seem to be a hidden door " It's been quite a while since I last came here hasn't it?" asked Celea herself with a little smile on her face. In the room there were paintings of all the people she had lost throughout her life, there was also a little desk and a comfortable chair One of the room's walls was dedicated to her troublemakers only there were pictures of them growing up, old clothes when they were only babies, toys that they used to play with and drawings they used to make for her when they were kids, flowers they gave her that were still as fresh as the day she received them thanks to her powers keeping them alive

"I really thought you knew something. And this is about my kids, you know what I mean?" I looked around the place and felt overwhelmed. Another abandoned warehouse in the middle of fucking nowhere. This one seemed to have manufactured toys once upon a time. There were boxes on the floor labeled, "dolls" in the corner, and a miniature fire truck lay on its side in the sawdust by my feet.

she screams, her voice piping and furious. A boy walks into the room—Tobias. He looks exactly like the boy at the well, only older here, maybe seven. He doesn’t try to take the doll. Instead, he calmly lies down on the floor beside the bed, crossing his ankles, and stares up at the embroidered canopy. “You can keep her then,” he says, his tone oddly mature. “I heard that a doll like that turns into a full colony of hair lice at night. They’ll nest in your hair and eat your scalp.”

“Let go! Don’t touch it! I told you not to touch it!” That doll was my eighteenth birthday present. Damien had specially ordered it custom-made for me from abroad. The intricate embroidery on its clothes was handcrafted by a master artisan and had required a four-month waiting list. It meant the world to me as it was a symbol of how much my brother adored me. Seeing me trying to crawl back up, Lucy slammed her foot right onto my back. I was forced flat against the floor, left with no choice but to watch Grace throw the doll against the floor, creating a deep crack across the doll’s surface.

Kinks: possession, doll fetish, rough sex Lila lay in her bed, the soft glow of her nightlight casting shadows across the room filled with her collection of dolls. At eighteen, she still clung to these childish comforts, especially on nights when her mind wandered to the forbidden stories she read in secret—tales of dark magic and hidden desires that made her cheeks flush. Her bedroom was a sanctuary of pastel walls and stuffed animals, but tonight, an unease prickled her skin. She shifted under the thin sheet, her soft pale body clad only in a loose tank top and panties, the summer heat making sleep elusive. Her wide eyes stared at the ceiling, curious thoughts swirling about the porcelain

"Don't worry, Elias. It's probably just that Renee felt cramped, so she had her parents to get her." "Yeah, let's hope that's all it is," he muttered. … I opened my eyes to the bright light overhead. I shifted and saw the doctor, along with Mom and Dad. "You're awake? Your body is stable now, and the baby is fine. You just need to rest in the hospital," said the doctor. I shook my head. "Please help me schedule an abortion, doctor." "What? You're already five months along. Are you certain you want an abortion?" the doctor asked, surprised.

CHAPTER 112 Camryn's POV The abandoned districts smelled like rust, rot, and the particular stench of anomalies that had been left to fester too long. I crouched behind a collapsed wall, watching a Class D Hollow Child drift through the ruins of what used to be a residential building. The anomaly was small, maybe four feet tall, with translucent skin that showed the vague outline of bones underneath. It moved in jerky, unnatural motions, like a puppet with half its strings cut.

My eyes became narrow in that direction, my pupils got dialed after looking at what there was and I turned my gaze back again to the aunt. "Jane...Jane, there is a haunted doll in our house," she said in a shaking voice. The doll was in very bad condition. It was dark there because of which that doll was looking scarier, it was colored in red color, one eye was missing, one ear was missing and legs were torn. "Wait, why is this doll fat?" I narrowed my eyes when I saw it properly. "Aunt Jennifer, it is not a doll it is a teddy bear," I exclaimed to her.

Jenna snatched her precious doll from her. "How dare you talk to me like that? This useless doll suits you perfectly." Valerie tried to get her doll back, but Jenna pushed her. Valerie fell. Jenna tossed the doll into the river. Valerie's eyes opened wide in horror. "Mom..." Tears fell from her eyes. — Valerie's birthday had dawned, but she was unable to rejoice. She was alone within barren walls and gazed at the empty space. "Mom, I want a doll," whispered Valerie, her eyes filling with tears.

"Besides, I found his cigarette that he dropped earlier. You only need something that belongs to them, so this will work." I frowned as she took out the unused cigarette and pushed it into the body. Were we raising normal kids? I don’t know… I looked between Skyla and Azura, both of whom looked very excited about this voodoo doll. Raven laughed as she took the doll from Azura and began stitching the neck up. "I’ll add the eyes." Azura said, rummaging in the button box and picking out two light blue buttons. "Ah… He has this colour eyes. The evil man will be punished."