Ally Doll Novels & Stories

I know in time all this training would come in handy if any situation would arise and will find myself in between. He wasn’t here, of course. But words may travel much more quickly than any disease, and he’ll know about my fight. That I wasn’t just any porcelain doll used for display only. Fragile and precious that always needed protection. I am not just an ordinary pet doll. I position myself in the middle of the ring, squaring my stance. The bell tolled and I braced myself as my opponent delivers the first move. This doll will fight and will win no matter what.

I tried to console him, “Hey, hey. Calm down, okay? It’s alright. We can always go back to the temple and get you another one.” “No! The doll and I are connected! I can feel what happens to it!” “Connected?” I cleared my throat, “Just because you’re handsome doesn’t mean I’ll believe everything that comes out of your mouth, dude.” “No! You don’t get it! I can actually feel everything that’s done to the doll!” I smiled and calmed myself before replying, “I told you the doll was weird, didn’t I? So, what happened to it?” “I gave it away. I gave it to one of the more handsome ones when we were at the park yesterday.”

She stares wide-eyed at the Queen who just emerged from the inner chamber. Yuelan’s notes the guilty look on her servant’s face and decides to mess with her. She heard what the servant said about the doll. Not necessarily true. The doll is just someone she is using to distract herself from her horrid marriage, but she can’t have her personal servant spewing nonsenses. The girl needs to learn to keep her mouth shut. “Who am I obsessed with?” She questions in a calm tone like she is having a conversation about the weather with servant. While she waits for the servant to answer her question, she strides to set table and takes a sit. Suddenly she feels very farmish.

But Shasha was still trying to speak, the movement of her lips seemed to say, "The doll ... The doll ... The doll can see ..." ***

The girls cheered when I stepped inside and dropped my coat, revealing the full slutty look. “Finally! Our little virgin slut made it,” Sasha laughed. We started with truth or dare, wine flowing fast. It turned filthy within minutes. Cici got dared first. She picked up a thick, realistic ten-inch rubber dildo, lubed it generously, and straddled it right in the center of the circle. I held the camera on my phone, recording every second as she sank down onto it with a loud moan. “Oh my god… it’s so deep,” she gasped, the bulge visible in her lower belly when she took it all. She rode it hard, hips rolling, breasts bouncing freely.

Jimmy blushed. "Whoever you are and wherever you are from, I must introduce myself to you. I am Nylian, the Duke of Vulas," he politely bowed to him and gently kissed his cold hand. "Welcome to Fantasia."

I try to take care of her at work and outside work, her husband does everything he can to keep her out of trouble. Norah pouts, and I pull her out of the kitchen until we're in a safe, quiet zone. She shows me a small vile wrapped in a silky napkin, watching with wide eyes to see my reaction. "What the hell is that?" I have to ask. She grins. "It's another poison to add to my collection. I finally got the belladonna extract," she explains. "Are you crazy?" I whisper-shout, looking around. "This is a restaurant! You have to stop bringing them here!"

**Elroy's POV** * Luckily, everything in this house is customized according to my doll's body type. The bathtub is not high. Otherwise, she would have broken her bones if she had fallen. I quickly carried Doll to the bed. She was dressed, but her clothes were all soaked through. "My doll, can you hear me? Are you still conscious?" I was afraid I had to take off her wet clothes and change them into dry ones, or she would get sick. After examining her, I found that she didn't have any broken bones except for bruises on her knees and elbows.

A lush garden filled with vibrant flowers and towering trees. In the centre lies a small, serene grave adorned with a single peony. Rhys with a weathered face and gentle eyes, slowly approached, his steps heavy with the weight of memories. Raindrops fell softly, casting a melancholic veil over the scene. He smiled down at the grave and replaced the weathered Peony with a new one. “Another day, my doll.” With trembling hands, he delicately placed a fresh peony on the grave, its petals glistening with raindrops. He knelt beside it, his movements slow and deliberate. Sitting beside the grave, he gazed at it with a mixture of longing and acceptance.

At the very center of the table sat an Evil Doll. The doll was only about half a foot tall, dressed in a kimono. The silk fabric shimmered with an eerie luster in the dimness, embroidered with intricate golden vine patterns. Some of the gold threads had already worn out, revealing the dark base beneath, resembling dried bloodstains.