Bloody Mary The Doll Novels & Stories

“Was the toy wolf themed, by chance?” Mariam nodded, her dimpled chin bouncing hurriedly. “Yes. It was a figurine, actually.” “Don’t worry, I’ll handle this. Stay and chat before we head out.” Breyona ran her fingers along her mate’s shoulder before slipping out the door, following the delicate clink of Mariam’s heels along the linoleum. My lips peeled back in a grin that was all teeth. “I see Lola isn’t the only troublemaker. My only question is did Vince inherit it from you or from Breyona?”

Mara was already dressed up and her hairs were packed in a bun, she has Two butterfly ribbons on each bun and a short butterfly gown with chiffon pleats on the edge. “ Wow!! Look at my baby” Vanessa exclaimed. “ Wow! Where do you get these?” Vanessa asked. “ Good morning Mummy” She greeted before sitting down on the bed. “ They belongs to Amy” She said and Vanessa raised a brow. “ Who’s Amy?” She asked. “ You Remember that girl I was with the day I found Daddy?” She asked and Vanessa nodded her head. “ She’s Daddy’s Niece and I’m staying in her room” Mara said touching the baby Doll in her hand. “ Oh She’s lives here?” Vanessa asked. “ Aunt Bella said she spends her weekends here” Mara stood

“He’s the bartender from the previous club where I loved partying. Don’t worry, I’m not interested in bartenders.” Soon enough, the bartender brought their drinks and placed the glasses before them. Anna stared at the contents of the drink, wondering what on earth it was. She’d never seen it before. “What the hell is this?” “Bloody Mary.” “Weird name. What is that?” “A drink. You’re going to love it. You see this place, you better come here often and get a membership. I have a feeling that this place is going to soon get more crowded than it already is. Come closer I’ll tell you something.”

But it was different now. Victoria had taken a dildo from her dresser, and was using this to violate Mary. Thomas, a collector of erotica, had picked this up in India; it was reputed to be many hundreds of years old, and was made of ivory, the phallus decorated by intricate carvings of men with women, women with women, and men with men in many positions. A fine piece of art in its own right, it was nevertheless a perfectly carved large phallus, and Mary's wet tunnel accepted it gratefully.

My barely-there black sequin dress caught the light of the disco ball. My makeup was sharp and aggressive: blood-red lips and smoky, winged eyeliner that formed a seductive cat-eye. I imagined Rocco's frown, the disgusted look in his eyes he'd give me before telling me to go back and change. But this was the real me, Rosalie Thorne, the Thorn Principessa, who never had to dull her edges for anyone. Just like now. Julian had booked us the prime circular booth in the center of the club. Across from me, a male model, barely twenty, was blushing as he stared at my collarbone.

The aged wood was still smooth and detailed. “I’ve had this since the woman brought it to me.” Mary said, turning around to face Kane with tears in her eyes. In the palm of her hand lay a small hand carved wooden horse. Kane’s eyes widened when he saw it. He took in every little detail of the familiar carving. His breath caught in his throat and he swallowed against the emotion he was feeling. “Would you like it back?” Mary whispered as a single tear trailed down her cheek. “How did she get this?” Kane asked.

“I need one of you to remove the dead blood slaves from the women's’ chamber, and I need the other, to get the blood slave that’s alive, she’s wounded, and hang her in the dungeons. Also retrieve the golden locket from around her neck and bring it to me.” The both nodded at me, before walking off towards the stairway. I opened my bedroom door and peeked in. Mary was still sleeping soundly on my bed, my beast let out a purr at the sight of her. I suddenly felt extraordinarily tired as I walked towards my bed, climbing in beside Mary,

There was no trace of a wolf's scent on any of the victims. A knock on the door broke me from my thoughts. "Come in." The door opened and Mary came in. She was wearing a beige bodycon dress made for a teenager and gold shoes and accessories. Her dark brown hair was up in a messy bun and she had tons of make-up on her face. Although she has had a nip and tuck in certain places, nothing could hide the fact that she was old. Using dark magic had a way of sucking your life essence. Although she was only in her late thirties, she had wrinkles and her hair had lost its luster.

She stares wide-eyed at the Queen who just emerged from the inner chamber. Yuelan’s notes the guilty look on her servant’s face and decides to mess with her. She heard what the servant said about the doll. Not necessarily true. The doll is just someone she is using to distract herself from her horrid marriage, but she can’t have her personal servant spewing nonsenses. The girl needs to learn to keep her mouth shut. “Who am I obsessed with?” She questions in a calm tone like she is having a conversation about the weather with servant. While she waits for the servant to answer her question, she strides to set table and takes a sit. Suddenly she feels very farmish.

All of them old, covered in dust. Then I saw something that made my blood freeze. Carlos's things. His leather gloves. A small knife he always carried. How did she get them? I moved deeper into the room. In the far corner, I found something that made me gasp. Dolls. Seven small dolls lined up on a shelf. They looked like real people. Like the guests who had stayed here. One doll had pins stuck all through its body. Another had its head cut off. A third had its arms and legs torn away. The others were damaged in different terrible ways.