Broken Doll Book Novels & Stories

His touch is like winter’s bone. “Such a fragile thing. How charming.” The thick shadows recede. They reveal the pale cold one. Sam Hill grins back at her. He holds the china doll, places it atop her father’s coffin. “We will bury her, but not yet. It is good to look at your rot.” He traces the china’s cracks. “These are the dead parts of you. You can be her no more. Go ahead,” he says gently, hands on her shoulder. He guides her to the base of the stone. She stares down at the faded doll. “Make peace, dove.” “With what?”

Valerie cried "You can't give up, even if you die....no one will care about you because everyone sees you as a traitor's daughter." "I really don't want to die " "Then stop being weak and prove to everyone that you're not weak," Madam Zuna said and began wiping her tears "Talking about Rachael, do you want to know what they did to her body?" She asked "Yes" Valerie nodded "She was burnt, "Madam Zuna said Tears started streaming down Valerie's face, she never knew her father was such a wicked man. She had grown to love her father since he has always been there to keep their family complete.

That triggered her normal mind. Cassandra turned her head to Kylie's room door when she heard a sudden knock. It was her husband, Val. "Love, time for dinner." He called her and Cassandra followed him with a smile. "Okay, love. I'm going." She replied and her eyes widened to see a dead body in their living room. Cassandra screamed and all her neighbors heard it. Val doesn't know what to do when she keeps screaming. He quickly covered her mouth to stop her. "It's Dorothy. She's dead! Who killed her! Val, don't leave me. I don't know about this! Ahhhh!!!", she screamed again.

The drive north unfolded in near silence, the two of us in the back seat again, hands locked together the way they had been in the dark on the way to the first cabin, except this time the fear had a different quality to it — less panic, more grim resolve, five days of crisis having worn the edges of terror down into something closer to determination. “I keep thinking about what he wanted her for,” Selene said quietly, watching the trees blur past. “Leverage, Talia said. The same way Helena used every child connected to this family for a decade. I don’t understand how someone builds an entire life around using children as currency.” “I don’t think we’re supposed to understand it,” I said. “I

The one with the fresh flowers and the book I'd never read. I closed the door. Locked it. Leaned against the wood and slid down until I was sitting on the floor. I was his Doll now. He'd made sure of it. The fuck have I gotten myself into? I pulled my knees to my chest and waited for morning. --- End of Chapter 6

I tried to console him, “Hey, hey. Calm down, okay? It’s alright. We can always go back to the temple and get you another one.” “No! The doll and I are connected! I can feel what happens to it!” “Connected?” I cleared my throat, “Just because you’re handsome doesn’t mean I’ll believe everything that comes out of your mouth, dude.” “No! You don’t get it! I can actually feel everything that’s done to the doll!” I smiled and calmed myself before replying, “I told you the doll was weird, didn’t I? So, what happened to it?” “I gave it away. I gave it to one of the more handsome ones when we were at the park yesterday.”

Thank you so much for reading "Broken Nightmare"! The second book will be out in about April of 2021 and I can't wait to share it with you. Here is a sneak-peek so you can take a look! Chapter 1 I woke slowly with my head pounding, feeling very disoriented. It was pitch black in my room as I opened my eyes. I reached over to turn my bedroom lamp on, but felt nothing. Where was my lamp? And then it all came back flooding to me. Liam kidnapped. Claire and the pack missing. The imprint.

We were crammed into a shitty apartment that stank of mold and sewage. Outside the window, we could hear the shouts of our enemies hunting for him. Inside, we had a single, paint-chipped pistol. He sat on the floor, covered in blood, in the dark and cramped room. He never knew that the innocent girl in the white dress before him had all but disowned her family and abandoned her name for him. "Rosalie, are you sure about this?" His eyes then were like those of a cornered, lone wolf, his voice trembling.

"Jack, it's over between us." He lunged toward me like a mad wolf, as if something suddenly dawned on him. "No! Ivy! Don't drink it! I was wrong!" But I tilted my head back and drained the potion in one gulp. It felt like my soul was being torn in two, and I spat out a mouthful of blood that stained my clothes crimson. As my vision went black, I collapsed into Dad's arms. In the final second before I lost consciousness, I saw Jack clutch his chest as the backlash of the mate bond tore through him. He dropped to his knees, screaming in agony.

The stump of his leg dragged through the snow, leaving a long, vivid trail of blood behind him. He pressed his filthy, mud-blackened hands over his face as he scrambled, terrified that I might look at him for even one second longer. I stood still and watched him flail and struggle in the snow. I felt nothing. No anger. No pity. No satisfaction from revenge fulfilled. The past Lily had died in that basement apartment. And the man groveling in the gutter before me meant less to me than a stranger. He had crafted a three-year game of breaking bones and breaking hearts -- and in the end, the one whose pride was shattered, whose dignity was ground to dust, was himself.