Baby Doll Novels & Stories

Sara shouted, jumping up and down as she pleaded for Callum to open up the present she got him. "Fine." He laughed, as he unwrapped the gift. When he opened it, I was shocked to see that it was a black barbie doll with, long curly hair. "Uhh thank you?" Callum said, staring down at the doll. "The barbie is Dylan, so you can play with her anytime you miss the real Dylan. And I get to play with her too, only sometimes." Sara had a wide grin on her face as she looked back and forth from me to Callum.

So technically, it was just me, Louisiana, Jake, Ashley, William, and the servants in the house. “Hi, baby,” I said as I sat beside her and slid my arm around her small shoulders. “Mommy got you Diddy.” I held up the doll, shaking it lightly in front of her, its soft fabric brushing against her arm. It was her favorite. She had named it after our dog that died in a car accident. “Thanks, Mommy,” she said, flashing me a quick smile before turning back to the cartoon, her eyes lighting up again as the screen flickered.

"Haha! So dumb! Of all people, she had to pick a fight with Aria, the Headless Girl, one of the Four Bosses." "This idiot just broke two of the boss' taboos in one go. She's as good as dead now." "She didn't let Aria have her candy and mentioned her parents. Haha! Even God can't save her!" I couldn't see the audience's mockery, but I could tell things were about to get real bad. I watched as the baby doll morphed into a terrifying, monstrous version of herself. I froze up again. My legs went stiff as my mind raced. "Has no one told this doll her neck's spurting blood like a fountain of pee?"

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.

I have to know, but I don’t want to know. The phone stops its advance when a small, stuffed babydoll comes into view. It is smeared with blood, and its stuffing is puffed out where slash marks have cut into the delicate, pale pink fabric. A tiny, sweet hand, with chipped glittery pink nail polish, is tucked up under the doll’s arm—but there’s no little girl’s body anywhere in sight.

"What are we playing?" "Families. This is the mommy, this is the daddy, this is the little girl." She arranged the dolls carefully. "They live in the big house and are very happy." "That sounds nice." "Do you think we'll always be happy, Papà?" The question gutted him. "What do you mean, tesoro?"

(14 years ago) I played with my doll on the playground during recess in school. It was the new barbie doll that came out last week which they advertised on television and I asked my parents to get for me. I smiled as I brushed the doll's hair and twirled her around in her pink glittery dress. I was still playing with the doll when suddenly it was snatched from me. I looked up only to find Billy Evans, the big bully in our class standing in front of me a smirk on his face.

He replied with no surprise. "Maybe-" i was cut off. "Not happening baby doll, i like what we have don't you?" He said in a dismissive tone. "I do but-" "But nothing." He quickly added. "I bought you something for your birthday.." He reached the bedside draw and pulled out a box, my heart skipped a beat. I knew a part of him cared even though he acted like he didn't. "Open it." He smirked. I sat up straighten closing my upper body with the white linen sheets. I eagerly opened the small box inside there was a diamond necklace and a bracelet that sparkled so bright and it looked simple yet expensive.

CALLING ME TO COME TO HIM. As I get closer, I can hear his voice clearer, I felt controlled. My brain had no idea what was going on. It's just my body moving. Before I realize what is going on, I was climbing a tree. A hand grabbed me and I fell on the cement. I blinked and opened my head as I moaned. I quickly touched my hand to see if I had a wound in my head. I stand up and hold my head. I didn't notice a little girl standing and facing me, cuddling a weird doll tight in her arms. It was made of yarn and some ropes. Two black buttons stitched in the crochet ball resemble the eyes and a stitched smile. The body was made of ropes and it has no dress at all. The doll has short bangs, showin

“I bet she would like it if you called her BB.” “I help BB.” She smiles at me with shining magenta eyes. Delilah says Babette’s magic is destructive, but I don’t see it. She is a shy, innocent little girl who wants to be like everyone else. “Thank you, Babs.” I sit on my heels and take Dre’s hands so he can hold the baby. “She’s really little, Daddy.” Dre looks at the infant curiously.