Ally Doll Novels & Stories

She showed me everything. The shelf of animals and their individual names and personalities. The drawings on the wall, each one explained in detail, that one was Button in the garden, that one was Daddy at work which was why he looked so serious, that one was a princess but not a regular princess, a princess who also knew karate.

“Sweetheart, whose doll is that?” Ayla glanced at the doll, a shy smile playing on her lips as she held it up for me to see. “This? It’s from a friend I just met, Mommy,” she replied, her voice soft but filled with a quiet affection. She stroked the doll’s face, her fingers moving gently over the fabric. A friend? A pang of confusion went through me. As far as I knew, Ayla hadn’t had any visitors besides family and hospital staff. I exchanged a quick, puzzled look with Mateo, who seemed just as surprised.

The girl looked at the boy. "My doll has broken." she replied after looking at him for a while. The boy noticed that a leg on the doll had broken. "You've another one." he pointed at the other doll on the bench. "But I like this one." she pouted. "What makes it special? Both are the same." he asked. "It's dress is blue, which is my favourite colour." she said, hugging the broken doll. "Oh, I see. It's a nice colour... May I have a look?"

A small doll in a yellow dress. Liam picked it up, turning the box over. “You like this one?” Lily nodded. “It looks like Mommy.” Aria blinked. “What?” Liam asked gently. “The hair,” Lily explained, pointing at the doll’s dark curls. “And the eyes.” Aria felt heat creep up her neck. Liam studied the doll again. Then he looked toward Aria. There was something quiet in his gaze. “You are right,” he said softly to Lily. “It does.”

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.

I was a Huxx myself. He tilted his head at me, running his tattooed hand through his hair before he raised an eyebrow, "oh, then what is your name, sweetheart?" "Doll." "Your real name." "That is my real name." "Your real name is Doll? I don't know what to tell you, sweetheart, but Doll isn't a name, a doll is a toy. Which is exactly what you are to them." My fingers tightened around the fork as my gaze sharpened on him, "sweetheart isn't my name," I told him in a stern yet meek voice. I could never raise my voice, "doll is my name."

i told her while putting some sense in her She nodded her head. "Doll, there are some witches here. They may come to pick you. So, next time don't talk to someone whom you don't know. Okay" i said. "But daddy she was not a witch...she was an angel!!!! Looking like a fairy. So sweet and soft" she said innocently. World is too cruel doll. But you are too small to understand. And who is this angel. Doll is taking her name continuously. Whereas doll never mingle with any new person easily. Looks like she was like a witch who trapped my daughter in her fake sweetness. Huhh!!!

Chapter 28: Happy Birthday Andrea WESTSIDE AVENUE, AMERICA Doll face got up from the bed and quickly slipped her clothes on. She was about to walk out when a masculine fibrous hand gripped her arm tightly ” Dolly, where are you going to? ” a husky voice sounded across the dimmed bedroom. Doll face chuckled and obtained herself from his grip ” oh sweetheart, I was just going to drink some wine and I didn't want to disturb you. you know it was so strenuous last night ” she said in a seductive voice.

I ordered. “Yes, Mr De Rossi.” She replied. But it didn't sound like Alexa but sounded like Maria. And so It was, Maria, the little doll.

Lizzette sat on the table near the head of number 1,468, the one she had been working on earlier, which she had chosen to name Hester Pineyfrock (her dress would be green, of course) Lizette’s rosy cheeks showed their approval of the fabric shade Serendipity had chosen, and for a few moments she was able to live vicariously through the dolls she was bringing to life. After a few minutes floating around in another dimension, one where dolls went to fancy parties, waltzed for hours with handsome young gentle-dolls, and ate dainty pastries, Serendipity felt eyes boring into the back of her head, and she wasn’t sure if it was one of her four-legged friends, or the letter itself, but she was no l