Ally Doll Novels & Stories

"Oh, shit, it's all over now. Dorothy didn't keep it with her tonight, and now, Laura's stolen it!" "There's no way Laura knows how to use it. An ordinary woman like her couldn't have figured it out." "Wait, she's pressing the button… She's forcibly waking up Dorothy!" "Oh, hell, no! Dorothy's physically in bed at her place. She'll be forced to resonate with the doll!" I ignored the comments and watched as the doll slowly opened her eyes. Her silicone eyes suddenly gleamed, the pupils focusing on me as fear flooded her gaze. "Who… Who are you?" the doll parted her lips and asked in a tiny voice.

Hades smirked and played with a lock of Doll's now soft lavender hair. Doll's face scrunched up and Hades was rewarded with a petulant glare. Hades tickled Doll's belly underneath the cozy blanket. "Why don't you get dressed? I have the clothes from the Persians set aside for you in the bathroom. Then we'll get down to planning something idiotic." The tom couldn't help but whistle as Doll wandered away sans blanket and nibbling on a strawberry creme puff Jinx handed off to him. "Reel it in, tomcat." Jinx rolled his eyes. "At least until we do this really dumb shit."

Baby took her coat and put it on. Walk towards Dollan's room. When she opened the door, Dollan was enjoying watching TV and the man only wore men's underwear. Dollan looks seductive and ready to compete with his girlfriend. “Come here,” said Dollan, his voice so soft, patting the empty side beside him. Baby approached Dollan, sat where Dollan had ordered her to sit down. "I miss you." Whispered Dollan, one hand began to squeeze a naughty girl's breast.

The white glow reflected off her rosy, luminous little face—so soothing and adorable. He reached out and ruffled Dolly’s downy hair. “My little princess, buying another necklace for your dolls again?” Dolly didn’t even lift her head. “Of course not. My dolls don’t need necklaces. Every single one of them already has ten. I’m buying one for…” She suddenly stopped mid-sentence. She had bought ten necklaces for each of her dolls, but she had never bought one for her mom. Dolly looked up at Donald with her big round eyes. “Daddy, do you remember Mommy’s birthday?”

“I want to see Dolly. It’s urgent, family business.” He narrowed his eyes at me, and then smiled coyly. “If you create a scene I can’t guarantee that someone ..gentle would throw you out this time. If you know what I mean. She’s up in her office.” I ignored his sassy comment and walked towards hell. Dolly was a woman who liked to think of herself high and sophisticated. With short blonde hair and a faux long jacket, she looked like a washed out older wannabe version of Marilyn Monroe. I met her on a call leaning back on her oversized arm chair, a cigarette in between her chipped red painted nails. I waited until she was done and dropped the receiver on the telephone.

Her daughter was too cute! Dolly, on the other hand, poked Yulia’s face and said, “I’m different from the little princess. I happen to like the old man that’s mature and flavored.” Cough, cough! Wasn't her confession too obvious?

Nikki cocked her head as though she found my question strange. I pointed to the skillet. "Omelets suck when they're cold." Her teeth snuck out and pulled her bottom lip in. When she released it, I swore I heard it pop. "Ten minutes?" She said it as though it were a question and not an answer. "Any chance I could borrow another T-shirt and shorts?" She scrunched her nose in the cutest display of disgust. "I'm afraid these are kind of ripe...you know, with sweat from the club."

I plaster my professional smile on my pretty face. " Hello , I'm here for Jack Mayor. Is he in ? " I told the lady coolly even though my real desire was to grab her by the hair and pull her out. She must have know me because she smiles before calling me by my name. " Oh it's Jillian Don, well why would you want to see jack? He's busy in the bathroom right now " she said and my heart dropped into my stomach, my knees threatening to give way as well but i held on.

I would play anything she wanted to play, as long as it meant spending time with her. “Which doll is mine?” I asked her as I sat cross legged on the floor next to where she was standing. “You can be this dolly’s daddy, but she no have daddy’s same eyes like Selah.” She told me as she handed me a brown skinned baby doll with brown eyes. “No, she doesn’t.” I smiled to her.

“She’s a busy little bee.” She saw Richard and headed in his direction. She grinned in delight as he hunched down, calling to her, then she stopped, bending to pick up her doll she’d dropped earlier. She sat down, no longer interested in coming over. Her fist went to her mouth, and she frowned, looking displeased. Richard laughed. “DollyDoo comes first.” “DollyDoo is an odd name,” I murmured, unable for some reason to stop looking at Kylie. “I named her. With her funny little voice right now, it sounds like DoggieDoo. Makes me laugh.”