Broken Doll Book Novels & Stories

Zharn's mother smiled from the other side of the table next to her husband and first child. "Indeed." His father curtly replied. "Thank you." I gave my brightest rehearsed smile, hoping it looked as good as it did in my dresser's mirror. I sat down, placing my purse on my lap, and Zharn sat next to me. "Before I forget, I got you something." "You can't have anything I like except for your ginger hair." She replied coolly. "What about a book by Jamilla Coover, the final book of this Break Me series?" I raised up the black and purple popular mystery thriller novel.

I sucked in a shaky breath, my chest still heaving as the adrenaline coursed through me. “That’s it,” he said, his voice low and soothing. “You’re okay. I’ve got you.” I didn’t know how long we sat there, his arms wrapped around me as I clung to him like a lifeline. My words died in my throat when I saw it. A doll. It sat in the corner of the hallway, its porcelain face cracked, its glassy eyes staring blankly at me. And its stomach— Its stomach was split open, its insides spilling out like a grotesque parody of blood and guts.

Nikaulas turned to see a small tube lying on coffee table. Nikaulas was confounded by this woman. The more he was trying to scare her off, the more she was defying him. This was the least he had expected from the little girl with toothy grin who used to compare him with her dolls. This pesky little human. .... The doctor did a check up on Nichelle. It wasn't first time Nichelle had a fit. The fragments of her memory would hit her suddenly, causing her to lose her mind. Angela had figured this much that Nichelle had a painful past.

Not food on my boot. I stopped, staring at my room, trying to find every piece of something familiar and kind. The books. I ran to the books, thinking about blood on boots as I ripped down the first bookshelf. I grabbed the back and pulled, letting it smash to pieces on the hard floor. Dandelion barked at me from my mattress when I went to the other, stepping over the books that had fallen. Pages had been torn out, dust jackets ruined. It didn’t matter. I would look at it and remember this day. I would remember what my father was.

we followed her, walking up a dark stairway; Rasha and the others glued themselves to me since they did not see anything, "Ammmm... Rengoku, I know I killed your friends. Nevertheless, they will die sooner or later. This place eats souls to function. If I did not send them, it would be one of you. Right now, this asylum is under my control, but who knows what may happen next?" The library was a chaotic place where books were thrown everywhere. The bookshelves had cracks and spiderwebs all around them. I promenaded my eyeballs on the shelves reading the titles. Some were not visible, erased by the passage of time, while the ones that had clear words were not important. Dahlia stayed back watc

From the odd symbols on the wall to the strange box in front of her, Xyla realized more and more that she didn’t know who Emily really was. Her gaze unintentionally shifted to another drawer beside her. She saw another red doll in the shape of a human as well as a red booklet. Xyla’s name was sewn onto the doll. She immediately frowned slightly before picking the doll up. Then, Xyla discovered that not only was her name sewn onto the doll, but the large bunch of symbols she was earlier were also sewn onto it. Xyla turned the doll around to look at its back. Likewise, her name and weird symbols were also sewn onto the back of the doll.

but after she started reading the first few chapters , she got bored and she wanted to close the book but the book opened itself up to a certain page " the subtitle read you are just a puppet " " The statement really hurt Ariel but she smirked with anger as she knew that , that was her truth , she was onlya doll , a puppet , " I am going to change that soon" she thought as she read the paper with anger .The anger took over her body as she smashed the book into pieces and bawled up her fists and instantly her hand made fire and she burnt the whole book . " it was the book of her doom , whose that insolent and a pig dared to write this book? she asked herself as she gazed at the ashes of the b

Lochness comments. "Nessy, just leave them alone," Vesla sighs. "Now Eleonora, tell me: what brings you two here?" Vesla asks. "The horde is going to war," Ellie breaths out. Lochness steps forward his once relaxed face stiffening up. "Go and tell Valdis we will have no part in his war," Lochness huffs. "Valdis is dead," Ellie states coldly. Silence falls over us. Vesla's eyes go wide as she stumbles back placing a hand on her chest. After taking a few deep breaths she straightens herself up.

"That's not how to summon me. You could read the book, it tells you how to. Explicitly." "I'm not reading that thing," I said with disdain as I eyed him from head to toe. He was dressed in his usual black clothing of jeans and a black sweatshirt, this time he had on black Jordans. I had never seen him in any other colors, safe from black. He was right though, I could read and understand the Codex Gigas now. Only those that understood the true meaning of death could comprehend that demonic book. Belinda had been a few lines short of finishing it, but the fact that she had been willing to lay down her life for me had been touching.

Alexander has given this really wonderful dress that I have fallen in love with in an instant. Mom has given me a wonderful gift I have longed for since I came here, a laptop. Getting all these gifts fills me with happiness and joy as I can't get over how beautiful they look. Gabriel and Vanya are sitting at the other side with Ethel. Vanya has gifted me a really nice watch. This session is becoming better with every gift I am receiving. Then while I hand my gift over to Dahlia, she loses her grip on the ribbon wrapped gift. Then she starts hiccupping and convulsing. Panicky. Confusion.