Ally Doll Novels & Stories

said Celea after watching herself in the mirror her black long hair was let open it fell down the waves made it look like a waterfall she had simple makeup wich consists of a small, thin eyeliner wing, mascara some silvery glitter eye shadow, blush and rosy lip gloss she had a soft light gray dress the color of her eyes, the dress had very long sleeves, the dress was tight at the top and loose at the bottom it was a soft look and it made her look like a fairy " of course you do, you are my dauther after all" said Bella proudly " indeed I am" " Now it's my turn to play dolls, sit down and I will prepare the both of you for the ball" Celea said looking at Bella and Kaya

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.

She lets go of my hand and holds up her doll, which has seen much better days. “Daddy made her for me.” She presses the doll into my hand. “Oh?” I examine the toy, which is made of fabric and leather and has black hair made of yarn. It’s been sewn back together several times from what I can see. “What’s her name?” “Dolly.” The little girl beams. “What a fine name,” I smile back. Why is she still here? Also, where the hell is her mother? I glance around the clearing. We’re alone together. No other voices drift in the soft, warm breeze.

Angela tensed at the first mention of Dolly being sick. But after everything that had happened recently, she steadied quickly. “Your father and your aunt aren’t home?” she asked, her tone cool. Dolly whined softly, “I just want Mommy. Mommy, I want you to tell me a story. Can’t you come now?” Angela paused before asking, “Do you remember what you said a few days ago? “Dolly Turner, don’t treat people like toys you summon when you want them and kick away when you don’t.

“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.

Dolly spoke up. Axel scoffed. "Do you ever like anyone?" Dolly glared at Axel, who immediately raised his hands in surrender. "She seems fake. There is something amiss about her," she concluded. So Dolly had caught on. "Maybe you are jealous because she is prettier than you are?"

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.