Black Hair Troll Dolls Novels & Stories

I stole my childhood friend’s doll. Then, he called to complain. I listened to him wail as the doll sat in my hand, its texture somehow akin to that of human skin. Under its skirt was something remarkably female. This left me confused. ‘Is this doll female or male?’ Then, more importantly… ‘Did it come with both organs? Or is this modified?’ He sounded hysterical over the line. Surprised by this, I accidentally squished the doll’s limbs a little.

At the cabinet full of things I'd never seen before. I was a virgin. Twenty-three years old. The only sex I'd ever had was a blurry memory from high school graduation, the after-party, too much cheap vodka, a boy whose name I couldn't remember. I'd woken up the next morning with a headache and torn clothes and a vague sense that something had happened. I'd never been sure. I'd never wanted to be. But standing here, in this red room, with a man who called me Doll, I felt something I hadn't felt in years. A pull. A heat. A part of myself I'd locked away a long time ago.

Until here, her fate will remain unknown. A sudden scream was heard up the dungeons, “My Lady, we have to go now!” Charlotte was interrupted reading even though she didn’t understand what does it says. As they ascended from the pit, a group of monsters known as the trolls, as the largest and also most violent troll genus. It was ten feet tall, while Legolas was only seven feet tall. They have a dark gray body, a chunky torso, and kinky feet with flat soles. It emitted a powerfully unpleasant odor reminiscent of old socks and foul-smelling places. Its nose was filled with what appeared to be puffy, grayish paste: troll mucilage.

In his massive, clawed hand, he held something dripping thick with black sludge. Marcus came in close behind, clutching a silver broadsword like it was the only sensible thing left in the world. “What is that?” I asked, my voice tight, staring at the grotesque thing as it dripped onto the Persian rug. It was an effigy. A twisted, horrifying doll made from dried swamp vines, tied together with human hair, and crowned with the bleached skull of a wolf pup. Its eye sockets glowed with sickening, unnatural purple light.

She smiled. “You may call me Lady Ulka,” she said, raising me to my feet and pulling back my hood. She gasped at the sight of my hair. “Raven black,” she said with wonder to Birgir. “Just like yours, Ulka,” he said with a smile. I started to shake, thinking I did something wrong. Lady Ulka reached forward and put her hands on my shoulders. “Do not be afraid, Tova. Black hair is a rarity in this land. It is a thing of beauty that not everyone has. Paired with your beautiful blue eyes I would think that you will be a beautiful creature when you are grown.”

“Fuck” I heard a low grumble and the whole earth shook underneath me, the leaves from the trees fell to the floor from the trembling. I sighed and looked up and saw the ugliest creature stalking before me, long grey hair, green gross skin, horns for ears, and a pointy nose. He smiled and I saw what looked like leeches between his teeth. He screamed at me ‘arrrrrrrrr’ and the stench mixed with the slime coming from his mouth covered my face and turned my stomach. From what I heard about trolls they turn to stone once the sunlight hits them so I have to hold him off for about five more minutes. I started running towards him as fast as I can jumping off my feet and punching him with all my stre

I am not feeling the pain which he was giving me whenever he was pounding inside me. I am only wondering what if he really used those devices on me!! I can't even imagine!! He is a sadist. After seeing all this I am confirmed that he is a sadistic psycho. He noticed my face that I am horrified by seeing all those torture devices. I am sweating like a pig. I felt him wiping my sweats from my forehead, face and neck by my saree. Then he said smiling," My doll has learnt her lesson. Let's take a test".

The black hair—the same hair Zion wrapped around his fingers while he fucked me until I forgot my own name, the same hair Elias brushed from my face with a tenderness that broke my heart, the same hair Luka held like reins while he possessed me with that devastating precision—falls straight and dark over the shoulders of the cheap coat I bought at the first store I found. My natural hair. Black as night, black as Zion’s eyes, black as the secrets I have carried for decades. I pick up the box of blonde dye bought at the corner pharmacy along with the disposable scissors. Not salon blonde, not the sophisticated blonde of a woman who has time and money to take care of herself. The aggressive, a

" * Pftt* ... By the way, why are you holding dolls? Was there like a sale out there or something and you discovered your creepy plangonologist side? What? Your girlfriend keeping you on a tight leash, so you're fucking dolls now?" ".... Ohhhh... Yeah, that's definitely it. You know I was really tempted with this one doll that was on sale because it really looks like you." "* Scoffs* Brat. There's no way they sell old man dolls, now do they?" " They do! It's called grandpa Galahad and it comes with 3 very kinky kinds of underwear. " " That's disturbing in so many ways. " V4 shuddered. I slowly hold one of the dolls really close to his face and wait. V4 turns to look at me and was shocked to

"Boss, when did you start liking these dolls? I'd recommend Yareli Flea Market. They're knockoffs, but at least they're cheap. "You wouldn't believe how much kids love these dolls nowadays. Some cost hundreds of thousands." Aria skimmed through the photos he provided. "Just look for the exact doll I sent you." She needed to ensure that the wooden doll wouldn't resurface. Moreover, she had to uncover who had brought the doll here. Although Aria didn't know much about Krowonian culture, she understood that only the original body wielded power. Landon had shattered the doll within the manifestation, a consequence of Aria's efforts to dismantle the dark illusion and disrupt the cyclical curse.