Baddies Doll Novels & Stories

Zoe started to talk about the next gang and Mike pointed out them to me and when I saw who they were, I wasn’t surprised at all. “They are the “go crazy on the hottest gossip” girls and their main attractions were zero level IQ; high level makeup and fashion and they are the dumbest creatures of a high school” the way Zoe describe them impressed me as I knew from our first meet that Zoe was very much different from all the girls. "Who is that tall one with blond hair?" I asked Zoe looking at the blondie. "that's Sarah. She is the leader of them all. The one next to her with the pink bow is Jennie and the other one is Lisa” Zoe pointed out to me.

She brings the box to her room and opens it. Andy, on the other hand, knitting his eyebrow when seeing Hai Rin's evil grin. After she opens the box. She takes out a toddler size doll with a scary face. Andy Lu almost jumps after seeing the doll. "Holy shit... Rin, where did you get this thing?" Andy asks her curiously. "Heh, scary isn't it?" she said with an evil grin on her face before she continues again "I bought it from an online website. I think this doll is genuine."

Mindy said and I looked at her before she laughed and said, " I meant Rex is in his room." " So your mom is Valora Williams Right?" Maddie asked and I nodded. " We are huge fans of her work and we would really like if you could put in good word for us to be part of her models for her new line of clothes or whatever" " Oh...." I said realizing why they were all over me. " Of course, I -"

Maybe, I will see her in the class. We crossed the stairway and reached the hallway where the lockers were adorned beautifully, there we noticed a massive crowd of students. They were discussing something serious with their gazes fixed at the place beside the lockers. I stomped forward and peeked in the direction only to anticipate the terrible thing someone could have ever seen. Guy bullying a girl. No... damn. It's not a girl. I mean... it's her. Laura Allen. Shit. "His name is Nick." Rhia confided. I don't know if it was a smirk on her face that faded almost immediately. But I have a gut feeling about this.

“Whatever it is, it can’t be worse than that.” The door opens, and three guards walk in, each carrying a stack of… plastic dolls? My brows knit in confusion as they start handing them out, one to each of us. I frown as the guard places one in front of me. Its blank, lifeless eyes stare up at me. Zoe pokes the doll with one finger, wrinkling her nose. “What the fuck do plastic dolls have to do with our class? This better not mean what I think it means,” she mutters under her breath, turning the doll over in her hands like it’s some alien artifact.

In an instant, three of them pinned me down, their iron grips locking my arms and legs. Isla strode up to me with a mocking smile. "Weren't you so fierce just now? And yet here you are, in my hands after all." Her palm cracked across my face, sharp and stinging. Then she turned to the gathering crowd of parents, her voice dripping with venom. "Since today's kindergarten graduation has no real program, why don't we play a little game?" She patted my cheek lightly. "Each of you will step forward and slap her. Anyone who refuses, or doesn't hit hard enough, is declaring themselves an enemy of the Grant family."

-And they're both beautiful," said his friend, looking me over from head to toe. I unconsciously pulled my dress down further, a little uncomfortable. -Well, okay, let's start the game. -Brenda spoke. As you all know it is truth or dare, do you know the rules? -she asked. We nodded. I had never played but I had an idea. I glanced sideways at Colton, who was staring blankly as I think my sister said something very close to his ear. I looked down immediately, taking a deep breath. -Okay," the girl concluded, pulling out a bottle and setting it down in the center, lying down. Ready? The others nodded. -Whoever points the tip does the challenge and whoever lands on the other end does the challen

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.

"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?"

Nothing can touch me. Even the sight of the Three B’s – Beth, Becca, and Bailey, the bitchiest blonde bimbos in school (except for Bailey – she’s not so bad) doesn’t phase me. They’re in the crowd, to the left of the stage, glaring up at me. Beth is dressed up as Goldilocks, in one of those porno adult fancy dress costumes you can buy online with a stupid name like “Sexy Goldilocks XXXX”, her platinum hair braided and beribboned.