Baby Doll Novels & Stories

~ They think I'm 'that strong' ~ Who doesn't know Alyne? A bullyable girl who is always an easy target for bullies at her school. A beautiful face does not guarantee that she can be free from that bad things. Even having a brother does not guarantee that she can survive all these things, even her brother is one of the ferocious predators who is always ready to attack her anytime and anywhere, knows no time and knows no place.

Naturally, Ziyah was thrilled when she saw the shiny greens. I wrapped my coat tightly around myself. My baby would be born on December- a cold month with lots of snow. I smiled and was about to suggest to Ziyah that we go somewhere else when my eyes caught a pretty doll with big black eyes and shiny red hair. I was instantly attracted to it. If my baby was a girl, she would definitely like such a unique doll. Without saying a word, i walked inside the mall as if, possessed. I grabbed the doll off the shelf without looking at the price tag.

There was no name tag. I frowned slightly. I didn’t remember approving that one. I need to have a word with security after this, what were they thinking letting things with unknown origin reach my daughter. Amber’s fingers worked carefully at the ribbon until the paper fell away. Inside was a simple doll, not flashy, not branded, just soft, with a yellow dress and a braid tied with white ribbon. For a moment, she didn’t move. Then her eyes lit up. “I love this! This one’s my favorite,” she whispered, hugging it close.

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.

Kinks: possession, doll fetish, rough sex Lila lay in her bed, the soft glow of her nightlight casting shadows across the room filled with her collection of dolls. At eighteen, she still clung to these childish comforts, especially on nights when her mind wandered to the forbidden stories she read in secret—tales of dark magic and hidden desires that made her cheeks flush. Her bedroom was a sanctuary of pastel walls and stuffed animals, but tonight, an unease prickled her skin. She shifted under the thin sheet, her soft pale body clad only in a loose tank top and panties, the summer heat making sleep elusive. Her wide eyes stared at the ceiling, curious thoughts swirling about the porcelain

Nick looked on in disbelief. In front of him, piles of dolls filled almost half the lobby—of various sizes, colors, and shapes. Some were as tall as Luna's waist, while others were small and hung in transparent bags. Added to that was a plastic bag full of equally numerous room accessories, a rabbit-shaped night light, character pillows, and pastel-patterned blankets. Nick sighed deeply, his chest rising and down slowly. “She's really like a little kid!” He thought.

"Sister Panda, look... Uncle Heli bought me what ...." Pandora was just thinking about Aceli. But the voice with the excited tone suddenly went out of the air. Aceli was next to Pandora's body, showing off a tiny Barbie doll in a ridiculous pose. The little one's happy, innocent face was infectious, so Pandora really had to restrain herself from pinching her cheeks as Aceli ran around.

How dangerous. I don’t want her to get sucked in by this life like I was. I glare at Rafael, who looks like butter won’t melt in his mouth, but he’s watching me, his gaze calculated, sharp, taking in my every word and action. Betsy pulls out a pink box with an expensive looking doll inside. “Isn’t she pretty, Mommy?” “She is,” I say through clenched teeth. “Did you thank Mister Andoletti?” “Yes!” she exclaims. “I was very good. We had ice cream, and pizza, and he bought me a Barbie bed and a playhouse for outside, and-”

Nathan smiled. Alva approached again, handing her doll to Elena. “Mommy… this is the doll Mommy bought me when I turned five. Its name is Bubu.” Elena stared at the doll, her eyes welling up. “Bubu…” Elena hugged Alva again. “Thank you for coming today… everyone. Mommy will try my hardest to remember all of you.” Katty smiled while holding her mother’s hand. “We know Mommy can do it.”

But I walk inside with him. The store unfolds in a patchwork of pastels. Cribs over there, playpens on the other side, and an absolute treasure trove of the tiniest toys and clothes I’ve ever seen in the middle. Tears sting my eyes as I drift up to an itty pair of sneakers. There are babies who wear these. Safe babies, who squirm as their mamas try to fit their fat little feet into faux leather and false laces. I don’t even know what sex Baby is. I don’t know anything. Dante’s hand is suddenly warm on the small of my back. “You think they’ll be sporty?”