Baby Doll Novels & Stories

Aino reached out to her to offer her comfort. Sabrina wrapped her arms around Aino. "I'm sorry, baby, did mommy scared you?" Aino wiped the tears off Sabrina's face like a miniature adult. "Mommy, my gift to you is an old lady doll. That doll looks super kind and gentle." "Why did you buy mommy this as a present?" Sabrina was confused. "I know that Mommy needs a mommy too, so I bought you this old lady doll. I'll bring it to you once we get home, so don't be sad anymore, mommy. Okay?"

She twisted from side to side slightly as she answered. “Bonnie? What a beautiful name. And what’s this? Is this your dolly?” The child’s head bobbed up and down as Lena stood up the baby doll and handed it over to her. “Do you like to play with baby dolls?” Once again, Bonnie nodded. “And wear pretty dresses?” Bonnie looked down at the tattered and frayed dress she was wearing but then looked up and nodded. “You know what? My friend Ms. Faye here said if you wanna come visit my home, we can take both of these baby dolls. And… she’s got some pretty dresses for you, too. Can you believe that?”

Justin didn't take a closer look at it earlier in the garden of Sy's mansion, but he knew that this little girl is also rich as Danny. He averted his eyes towards her feet and saw classic, round toe doll shoes that are matched with her dress. It is much darker than it, more like magenta. He shifted his eyes again to the girl and saw the hazel eyes that are mesmerizing. Her hair is neatly ponytailed with a blush-colored ribbon that no wind can make the baby hairs sprout out of it.

I never find any occasion to wear it. I got down from my bed and took the gown from her hand and went to washroom for changing. I changed my dress and wore the gown. It has a small V cut neckline with half sleeves. The gown is really beautiful. I came out from washroom and seeing me Ruhi's mouth is now wide opened. She clapped her hands a few times and said," oh my God di!! You are looking like a Barbie Doll! I just rolled my eyes and said sarcastically, " stop pampering me. Just tell me I am looking ok or not"

That’s when it happened. She spotted it. The Barbie doll with the glittery pink gown and a tiny puppy in its box. Mila froze in front of it like she’d seen royalty. Her little mouth fell open slightly. “Whoa,” she breathed. “She has a dog. And she comes with a crown. Mommy! Daddy! Look at her!” Emily gave me a quick look, a playful warning in her eyes. “She has a million dolls already,” she said under her breath, trying not to smile.

Surprised by this, I accidentally squished the doll’s limbs a little. He wailed pitifully, “Who the hell took my doll!” He was angry, but to me, it almost sounded like he was begging to be bullied. I paused. “Are you watching an R-rated movie?” “No! Who would have the heart to watch it when their life is in danger?!” A terrible idea came to mind. “Are you being bullied…” “No! But it’s just as bad,” He whined, “Please, you’re the only one who can help me. That doll…”

The third game is my favorite. Piper pulls out a big ball of yarn and hands everyone plastic baby dolls, the kind that fits in your palm. “Swaddle Race,” she says. “Fastest and tightest baby wrap wins. Bonus points if your baby doesn’t look like a burrito that got hit by a truck.”

"I just happened to have so many of these. Pick whichever one you like—just consider it a present commemorating our meeting." Amelia's eyes widened from sheer temptation. "Wow! Really?!" She had forgotten Evelyn's warning right then—Melody had already given her good food and such wonderful toys! How was she a demoness? In the end, children would be children. Curry their favor, and they would jump ship without hesitation. Still, despite her considerable liking for every LinaBell doll in the box, she was disciplined enough to pick just one. This particular one had on a Louvotton dress from their spring fashion line, which was worth five figures.

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.

Why would he give our baby this hideous monster-looking thing? Wisdom looks at the doll strangely. It's dressed in a long black dress, has long black hair, and a painted white face with black tears running out of one eye. But isn't on the doll's cheek. The doll's mouth is open and the teeth are sharp like razors. She takes it from him and blows it up. "no I didn't and I'm pretty sure Beauden or my grandfather didn't either. Where did you get it from?" Wisdom rubbed her daugther's forehead.