Ally Doll Novels & Stories

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.”

The makeup artist busied herself at the vanity, already setting out palettes and brushes. I let them fuss around me until I finally pointed at a simple black gown. It wasn’t the most elaborate, but it made me feel less like a doll being displayed. The stylist didn’t argue; instead, she draped a necklace across my collarbone and nodded in satisfaction. The makeup artist worked quietly, her hands steady as if she had done this routine a thousand times before. All the while, Luca’s voice kept cutting through the air. “Hurry up. She has to be ready before the Don.”

It’s a shame he hates me. "By the way, Dad," Anastasia starts, "Celeste and Chloe are doing it again. Doll-ing me. It’s mostly Celeste, to be honest." "Dolling isn't a word," Celeste responds as she comes back to the living room, carrying heels on her hands, "And it was just this one time. We're all adults here, Annie. Deal with it."

she sobbed. "She is lying, mum. It’s not a doll," Archie said, coming into view. "I made it a doll, and he took it," Ayla insisted. "It’s a mortal korbat toy, dummy," Archie snapped. "He called me a dummy!" Ayla cried. Oh good lord, save me, please. Giselle said internally. "Are you both serious right now?" Giselle asked. They both dropped their gazes. "Do you want me to send you to a weekend school?" she asked, knowing that didn’t exist.

I manage to say, my tone deliberately neutral. Dolly leans forward, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “You know, Knoxx has such good taste. He always knows how to pick the best things for me. It’s nice to feel so… cherished.” I let out a soft, humorless laugh. “Oh?” I ask, tilting my head. “Right. It’s beautiful but hard to buy, isn’t it? Do you think I’d lust after something I can create with my hands?”

Dressed in an off-shoulder red gown that clung to her like a second skin, her hair swept up in curls, her smile sparkling with the exact amount of sugar and arsenic. “Barbie!” she said, her voice loud and warm. “You came! You look... stunning.” I could feel eyes on me as I smiled back. “Thanks. You too. You don't look bad yourself " “And Dolly! I’m so glad you could make it.” Dolly gave a nod that said, "what, you thought I'd get hit by a bus?" "no, I'm just glad you're here" She smiled. Zoe looped her arm through mine. “Come, come, there’s someone I want you to see.”