Ally Doll Novels & Stories

He'd given her a necklace that cost a few hundred dollars, money he'd saved for a long time. She'd held that simple piece of jewelry and cried like a fool who'd never seen anything so beautiful. He had been so proud then, thinking he was the prince saving Cinderella. A joke. It was all a fucking joke. She was the Thorne Principessa. She'd probably seen more diamonds than he'd seen rocks. Rocco remembered the tattoo, a tangle of black thorns and a blood-red rose between her shoulder blades, wild and dangerous. He used to kiss it every time they made love.

she said licking her vanilla ice cream "Ohhhh, let's just walk around" "What are people doing at that corner" Davina saw people gathering around a place after some minutes of walking... "That's the doll machine probably picking a doll," he said nonchalantly "Can you pick a doll for me??" she asked blinking her eyes brow "You don't need it" "Please" she pouted "Just this one"David agreed because she knew he couldn't reject it since she pouted "Thank you" she beamed.....

she exclaimed swinging her doll in the air. “Well, it wasn’t a ball,” Meg reminded her. “It was just a party.” “But Dolly New Eyes says it’s the same!” Ruth insisted. Dolly New Eyes had gotten her name when Daddy had to replace the originals with marbles last year. The doll had been Meg’s when she was a girl, but now she was Ruth’s fondest friend, and she was rather happy to see her out and about aboard the Titanic. “Dolly New Eyes knows a lot about such things, then?” Meg asked.

I'll ask. Anna Garcia held Hobo in her arms and asked the villagers sitting by the roadside. 'Hello, uncle and aunt, where does Chen Min live?' An aunt raised her dark wrinkled face and asked with a smile, 'This doll is really beautiful. What are you looking for, Chen Min?'

"Are you playing a mind game with me?" "Not really, but if you're asking for my knowledge, I'm in no position to tell you, but before you go on a quest to figure out things about your life, the real truth about your self and not some fucked up lie they are projecting into your brain, make sure you are fully ready, mentally, physically and spiritually that's all I can say Doll." "Don't call me doll!" she glared at me and I rolled my eyes. "D.O.L.L" I stressed the words this time, I must say, it was fun pushing her buttons, at least I can see her brown warning eyes staring at me with the facial expression that is supposed to mean what? anger? smh.

But I wasn't done yet. I whispered more hoarsely, "Still not clear?" It was easy to touch the back of her body that my bodyguards said was like a Spanish guitar. It was true, solid. "Besides, it's not necessary to break into the hole." I patted her gently, then gripped the core of her covered by the short skirt. Milly moaned in my ear. Instead of being sexy, I shuddered in horror. Well, I guess her skirt is still relatively short for the customs here. Especially since the pink color is eye-catching.

She leaned in and licked his earlobe. “Ahhh,” he groaned, his hand settling on her waist as he pulled her in. Oh God…why did they have to do this in front of me. “Calm down, boy. We could finish this later, but for now go get us three bottles of whiskey.” “Don’t you think that’ll be a little too much for a beauty like you?” he said flirtatiously. Oh God, why did they have to rub it in my face like this? Kill me already, I thought, face-palming.

I leaned in closer. “See, Vivienne… I might look like a doll. I might act like a doll sometimes, smile when they tell me to smile, bleed when they tell me to bleed, stay quiet when they tell me to stay quiet. But dolls don’t stay porcelain forever. Dolls crack. And when they crack, they cut. I'm a doll but sometimes I can be Barbie or Annabel.” I smiled wider, slow, sharp, and bloody.

he said and turned to leave. "By the way, I'm Edward Nates. What's yours?" He said as he turned back. Then he remembered that I got no name. "So since you are like my personal property now, I would need to give you a name. So I would call you... Ella". "Duh" I replied and entered.

That was her first heartbreak! Allyssa longingly stared at the undisturbed doll. Its face was handsome as ever, contoured from the physical attributes of her favorite movie artist. She wanted so much to hold it but she’s afraid she wouldn’t be able to let it go for the second time around. “When will we meet? You, my real, alive, and handsome mate! I’m fourteen already. It’s about time, right?”, she talked foolishly to her treasured dolly hoping to get an answerback.