Ally Doll Novels & Stories

That diary could direct you to his world but you needed to be worthy first. “ Opposite? ” Tobias raised his eyebrows in amusement, his eyes taking in the woman before him. She was acting so bold yet her body was trembling in front of him. “ Opposite. ” Hazel nodded her head like a robot, her hazel orbs still boring in his Chocolate brown one's. Tobias hummed placing his hands beside her head and looking in her eyes. She flinched the moment he leaned more closer, his arms caging her and making sure she had no way of escape left.

I wanted to end the call and throw away my cellphone so that she wouldn't call me again but I didn't do it, my body stiffened as I heard my mother moaning on the other line. "Shit, I'm using a dildo right now, Zie. It's not enough, it's too small for me, I want your huge díck inside me." My mother said. I feel like I want to vomit upon hearing what she just said, it was so fucking disgusting when she tried to seduce me.

I asked, seeing the doll. "She is a weak woman, look at, you make the ribbon on her head whine. Fix it, or Zuzu will get mad at me. She's my little friend," whined Dennis. I hit my forehead when I realized that the duck doll I was holding was the Zuzu Dennis was talking about "this is Zuzu?" I asked for sure. Dennis nodded his head, "oh shiit, don't be ridiculous," I said. I laughed, seeing Dennis covering his face in embarrassment.

I coo. It’s now I notice that she is not just staring, but she is gaping. “You… you look so beautiful” she gapes and smiles with some wagging of her head. “You don’t look bad too” I admire her red show gown. “Let’s go, we are late” she snaps. “And you, you remember what we just discussed, you just stay cool and don’t poop excessively”she bashes at Dolly who is in her cage, pointing her finger too. Dolly caws. I smile and tilt my head. “Let’s go” she says and nudges her dress around the right shoulder. I think

He's not kidding. I nod. "Dinner's ready." *** 4am. The cabin door rattles with three loud bangs, followed by another three, and then another. It makes me wonder who the hell would come here this early in the morning and why they’re being so demanding. I rush downstairs to find Oliver behind the door and when he opens it, two large men stand glaring at him. “The doorbell is just as effective, you know,” he says sarcastically. “We’re looking for a lady named Bella,” one of them says ignoring his tone, while the other peaks into the house over Oliver’s shoulder. My heart skips as his eyes land on me.

**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.

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.”

His eyes were dark and clear and direct and sitting in his face like they'd always been there and somehow nobody had noticed until right now. He looked — different. Not unrecognizable. Just — a sharper version of himself. Like something that had been turned up. The girl — Doll, someone from their year who had never in living memory moved that fast for anything academic — was already crossing the lot toward him at a speed that suggested she'd forgotten other people were watching. Her hands found his abdomen before she'd fully stopped moving, fingers spreading across his abs, and she looked up at him with a laugh that was mostly just breath.