Broken Doll Book Novels & Stories

“You’re safe now. I promise.” But even as I buried my face against his chest, I couldn’t shake the image of that doll — its broken porcelain face, the thick red stains, and the black rose lying beside it like a warning. Somewhere deep down, I knew this wasn’t over. Not even close.

Red Building The atmosphere inside the Red Building was completely different. A faint haze of smoke lingered in the air, mixed with the scent of expensive cologne. The room carried an energy that felt both indulgent and dangerous The strong scents of smoke and sex filled the room and it's coming from no other person than Noah who sat lazily on one of the long leather chairs, his posture relaxed but his presence intense. His eyes were slightly red, as he watch their personal bitch 'bianca' naked on her knees as she sucks and takes Rolex c0ck into her mouth.

Norah sounded nervous. Just for safe measure, I used the two metal rods and picked up the doll, moving it out of the box onto the ground. If I burned it in the box, the hair would burn too and it could be like it was still tied. The heart still beating, even outside the box, was horrible.

The girl looked at the boy. "My doll has broken." she replied after looking at him for a while. The boy noticed that a leg on the doll had broken. "You've another one." he pointed at the other doll on the bench. "But I like this one." she pouted. "What makes it special? Both are the same." he asked. "It's dress is blue, which is my favourite colour." she said, hugging the broken doll. "Oh, I see. It's a nice colour... May I have a look?"

Then I push away from the table, the wooden chair legs screeching against the floor, and rise to stand on shaky legs. Cal’s sketchbook is still on the table. The cover is now stained with tears, the black bleeding to grey like watercolor paint. I don’t know why he gave it to me; why he’d think I’d want to look at his art after he ripped my heart out and stomped all over it. Something in me does, though, if only to remind myself that I’m not a fool. That there’s a side to Callum that nobody else sees, and I caught a glimpse of it. It was real. We were real. I drop back into the chair, flipping the cover back to reveal the first page.

The Hobbit lay at an angle, the space Jenny had occupied now empty. "Oh shit." Beth checked the gap between her mattress and the headboard. It wouldn't be the first time she had knocked something loose by banging her bed against the wall. In her mind, she now pictured the doll, its porcelain features shattered. Pulling the mattress away from the headboard revealed the floor underneath, but no sign of the doll. Lying on her stomach, she crawled partway beneath the bed.

I grabbed it and was totally stunned by what I saw. There was a sculpture of two wolves biting at an orb in front of the book. The title had me totally flawed. 'The Correction to the Book of Unbreakable mate bond' "Finally!" I muttered. "You found it?" She asked me. "What do you think happened?" I asked her, smiling from ear to ear. "Apparently, I hope you did or I'll assassinate you right here for raising my hopes." She said to me, "My apologies but trust me, I would die so willingly if you are the one doing it." I said to her,

She has to buy more than one doll for Rosie as she was known for spoiling her dolls quicker than expected. Once she lost interest in the doll, she would tear its parts to check what was contained in it and what exactly was the thing singing. Once she satisfies her curiosity by tearing the doll apart, then it’s finished. She would simply throw the poor shattered doll aside and pick a new one. Funny right?

Tonya made a moan of disgust and walked towards the small kitchen to get her chores done for the brief moment Thaddeus was out of the house. Thaddeus slept round the clock. It was a dip of fresh air for Tonya, this was the only moment she got herself to read. She always imagined living in a fancy house with a massive archive of books in her library. If she had the power, her house would be just a huge library. She smiled at herself as the thought crossed her mind once again. It was always difficult, with everyone around, the constant greetings and chatting and so on, the noise from down the street, cars honking and the occasional noises of people fighting or shouting about one thing or the o

Chapter 1 The room was gloomy and dimly lit. The only beam of light in the darkness came from the screen of the Television. Nestled in my usual chair, my eyes rested on the flickering screen of the big box. On the screen of the box was a girl, staring at three traditional african dolls, all of them were dressed in white gowns. One was burned to a crisp, the second was only scorched on one side and the third was untouched by the flames. The girl reached out her hand and picked up the doll that had not been burned. She smiled down on it and caressed its cheek. The doll had eyes that seemed to sparkle. I stared in horror as the sparkly eyes suddenly warped into a bloody red. The doll cackled fi