Bloody Mary The Doll

'The library is forbidden after dark!' But for Deborah Waters, an adventurous teenager and aspiring journalist, the thrill of the unknown is simply irresistible. As she navigates the challenges of settling into a new town and school, she can’t help but be drawn to the whispers of the library’s hidden secrets. With each step into the shadows, she uncovers spine-tingling tales that promise to reveal more than just stories—they hold the key to mysteries waiting to be unraveled. Will Deborah’s daring curiosity lead her to thrilling discoveries, or will she find herself entangled in a web of danger? Join her on this gripping journey where every page turned could be a step into the unknown!

When the young nun Lydia Martinez gets cornered by a thief in an alley, she encounters Damien Raeken who is beautiful, intriguing and intimidating. The unwordly, innocent Lydia is startled to realize she wants this man and despite his enigmatic reserve, finds she is desperate to get close to him. Unable to resist Lydia's quiet beauty, wit, and independent spirit, the shapeshifter, Raeken admits he wants her, too—but on his own terms. Shocked yet thrilled by Raeken's dark past , Lydia hesitates. For all the trappings of success—Raeken is a man tormented by demons and consumed by the need for revenge. When the couple embarks on a daring, passionate physical affair that denounces all she's ever believed in, she discovers the shapeshifters secret and knows that loving him is one thing, but taming him is another. She explores her own dark desires while slowly being pulled to the dark side.

When I first started at Serenity Hills, the head nurse told me coma patients paid well—but the job was messy and brutal. They could only get IV nutrition. Screw that up, and you're basically killing them. Today was day thirty of looking after the girl. Young. Gorgeous. Like always, I hit the nurse's station to grab her IV bags— But then I saw it. Thirty glucose bottles gone. IV nutrition? Still sealed. Chills shot down my spine.

"It is an anxious, sometimes a dangerous thing to be a doll. Dolls cannot choose; they can only be chosen; they cannot 'do'; they can only be done by."

A dark and gloomy villa stood in the middle of the barren landscape, hidden from sight by a perched hedge. It was phenomenal and spectacular, but it makes it appear to have succumbed to a sullen and ominous atmosphere, both inside and out. A lanky hedge and gnarled shrubs give off the impression that the house has indeed been overlooked. The rainstorm seeping from the sewer pipes made the place appear miserable and dispirited. Needless to say, the house appeared razed to the ground and devoid of life. The house was made of rune stone that had been smeared darker in spots by downpours, sending it an insidious demeanor even during the day. The window frames were all padlocked and bricked up in steel frames and woods, as if what was inside would have been too grotesque to see, trying to give the impression that someone must have attempted to prevent something horrible from escaping. People have claimed that the residence was plagued by the witch who died there, but there has been no tangible evidence to substantiate their claims. It was even widely speculated that the villa was venomous and mowed down the leaves of trees that come into direct contact with its concrete pillars. People also construed a terrifying presumption that whoever tries to enter the house will never make it out alive because there is something inside that you would never dare to see with your very own eyes. Whatever was real or not, it was unmistakably foreshadowing, exponentially cold and savage at a hundredth of a thousand glances. A breathtaking doll sat competently on a rocking chair inside the house. Waiting complacently for someone brave and heroic enough to unravel the abominable and ghoulish mystery and paradox behind her enchanting, spine-chilling smile.

"Nikahi aku!" Allard menatap tertarik ke arah seorang gadis yang berdiri di hadapannya. Mata gadis itu memancarkan kesungguhan yang membuat Allard menyunggingkan senyuman tipis. Mengangkat alisnya dengan gaya sombong, Allard berujar, "Layani aku satu malam, jika pelayananmu memuaskan aku akan mempertimbangkan untuk menikahimu."

In Kingdom where women and girls are thrust into a life of bondage to be used as pleasure dolls for men and rich folks who could afford to buy them, a young, innocent girl of fifteen, green in life finds herself looking toward this life, with horror stories of dolls echoing deep in her heart, leaving her green eyes wide with terror. Then fate strikes and she finds herself in the path of another, though in a different path, but shares the same fate. A life in bondage. She has been made one of the most powerful woman in the kingdom, not through her making, but by the greediness of a mother, and the ambition of a father. She is the twelfth wife of a cruel old King, who kills his wives without hesitancy at the failure to produce a male child. Their path intertwine at the wedding ceremony, indoctrinating the young black haired beauty into her new life. They were not looking for it, but love came knocking on their door. It is frowned upon, it is an abomination, if found out their lives is at stake, but these young women couldn’t resist the calling of their heart. Is love worth all the hell they would go through?

“Do you feel that, Rose?” He asked in a gruff tone. “The effect I have on you is real. Don’t deny it. Don’t deny me.” Rose’s cheeks burn with shame, even though she pushed her bosom more into his hand, seeking the pleasure she knew he could give her. Then, she recalled that they were in a restaurant, and stilled at once, eyes wide, heart thudding wildly, and breathless. “We’re in a bar,” she told him, her protest sounding weak even to her own ears. “A desert one,” he chuckled. She turned around, and saw that the restaurant was indeed vacant, save for them, and Enzo and Stefan who were standing by the door, their backs to them. It was rush hour, and that couldn’t have happened, even if the food was terrible — and it wasn’t. She understood immediately that the divillish man sitting next to her, who starred in all her fantasies as of late, had ensured that they would have the privacy they needed. For a ruthless mafia boss, he sure could be considerate. ... ... ... ... When Rose meets a mafia boss on one of her night shifts, she thinks he is a peculiar and unpleasant patient whom she would do well to avoid... Little does she know that that encounter is but the beginning to a tumultuous passionate chapter of her life. Risking everything for the man shouldn't be an option... And yet, she soon finds herself caught in his web of sin, desire, and obsession.

A story of revenge Lamia hot-blooded because of the brutality their parents went through for generations, they were denied their lives and lived as commoners till the day discovered Lamia discovered who he was “I’m me the Bloody Vampire King” he declared and became brutal and ruthless from that day onwards People don’t obey kind leaders instead they fear brutal leaders Lamia turned brutal with his human mate beside him they ruled the world in their time “behind these rocks is an evil place you won’t want to know Jonas said calmly Lamia we all are only surviving because of the rocks The hot-blooded vampire king of Venngreberg is now back to avenge and take back the throne of his father King Devin. Side by side he fought with his fated human mate The novel is filled with horror and monsters. The world is changing Don’t miss this fantasy

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