Ally Doll Novels & Stories

“Do you need help?” “No, but if you’re going to stand there like a scarecrow, it’s going to increase my anxiety.” If she expects me to fall for whatever trick she’s trying to pull, she’s got another thing coming. Corina gets back to looking for the doll in her closet. She has to climb onto a stool to get on the top shelf, and that’s when she whips out a beige and brown teddy bear. It looks worn but well-kept. One eye is missing and a similar-looking button is sown on instead, and the hairs on the doll are matted. It looks like something an adult would have had since they were a child. So, I guess she wasn’t lying about the doll. Go figure.

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.

"Don't you remember all the names of your dolls?" "I don't have dolls," Aiden said and laughed. We both joined Addison on her side of the room and listened as she introduced us to Zitty, Kitty, Ditty, and many others of similar names. I tuned out from what she was saying and instead just focused on her voice. Aiden leaned into me as he examined each of the dolls, smiling incredulously as his sister taught him the intricate details of doll-playing. I have a feeling my Aiden would be part of the 'girls' tonight. "Mom," Addison's voice drew me out of the trance. "Don't you think Lina is pretty?" She thrust a doll that looked like a horse and giraffe into my arms. "She's a doctor. Just like you.

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

“That’s enough toe sucking. Now, it’s time to see exactly how bad your mouth is.” Tom keeps still. I unveil Cece from the gold dresser on the other edge of the bed. Cece is a black strap on with a creamy looking dick. She’s one of the most impressive dildos that I own and now, I’m going to make sure Tom never forgets her. “Say hello to Cece Tom.” I strap her right into place. Tom stares at the dildo calculatively, most likely wondering how I’m going to fuck his ass with such a contraption.

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.