Broken Doll Book Novels & Stories

But what she saw was the mirror hanging next to her wardrobe, shattered into pieces, with shards still embedded in the frame. She immediately backed up to the head of the bed, her body trembling with fear. Her breath came in gasps as if she’d just run a marathon, and her eyes widened in horror. “There’s a thief here! Someone’s trying to hurt me!I... I have to get out of here... I...” Hurriedly, she opened the nightstand drawer with her hands shaking violently to grab the white bottle inside, but her eyes suddenly closed for a moment. When she opened her eyes, she saw the cuts on her knuckles and snorted. She bandaged the wounds with white gauze after applying antiseptic solution. Once finish

"Word of advice, sis... Don't make the mistake of falling for any of the men here." The warning catches me off guard and I blink up at her in confusion as she sighs again, "Trust me," she continues quietly. "It's not worth the heartache..." Something flashes through her eyes but it disappears almost immediately and her smirk returns, "They're only interested in taking from you... So make sure you take twice as much from them." She gives me a slow, reassuring wink, her lips curving into a cat-like smile. "I have a feeling I'll be seeing you around... Barbie."

And hugged me. “I miss Daddy,” it said in a small, hoarse voice, like from inside a coffin not yet sealed. I slowly pulled away, forcing the doll to fall from my arms. The dull thud when it hit the floor sounded more like flesh than fabric. Not cotton. Not cloth. But something wetter... more alive. My hands shook. I stepped back and aimed the flashlight at its face. Its lips were torn into a crooked smile. Its nose was dented. And on its chest—stitched in small thread: A.

He behaved like a child who lacked love. Who would not love such a doll? That heroine does not know how to love the doll. Even if the doll loved her so much,. Argh! Now, I was really starting to lose it. Gulp. I drank a whole glass of water, finally quenching my thirst. I decided to go to my room. But then the lights above my head were flickering, and my laptop, which was showing the wallpaper of my favorite doll at Beauty Kill the Doll, somehow disappeared and also flickered as if it were broken.

But not reading. The room smelled like torn paper and old wood. Dust hung in the air like smoke, swirling with every violent motion Dane made. He grabbed another book, one of the older ones, with a cracked leather spine, and without a second thought, he ripped the cover clean off and flung it across the room. It hit the wall with a dull thud before sliding to the floor in a pile of destroyed pages. “Dane, stop it!” I shouted again, louder this time, stepping fully into the wrecked library.

I tore open the present I had brought her. "It's titled Three Realms. It's a love story I would want you to pay attention to." "Ok." I watched as she examined the book cover. "That's a princess with a body of bones, would the book be scary?" She was watching me with gazes that were doing things to me. "No, I told you it's a love story. I'll be going for breakfast and I'll definitely bring yours when I'm done." "Can I go check up on Belle?"

By the window, Neo watched as cars departed from the neighborhood. He reached out, slowly drawing the curtains closed. Picking up the zombie doll from the floor, he placed it on a shelf in the small room. Then he walked over to the cabinet furthest inside and pulled open the drawer. Inside the drawer lay a row of handmade dolls. They were all tattered and strange-looking. Some were missing arms, some had broken legs. Others had their mouths sewn shut, their faces expressionless. These dolls all bore a striking resemblance to Jenny. Neo picked up one of the dolls, looking at its broken arm, his eyes filled with a chilling sense of foreboding.

Axen looked at me without a speck of emotion on his face and said. "I accept. Our bond is broken with the blessing of the Goddess.' Axen tried and failed to hold back another howl. In the end he let loose a loud heart breaking cry that felt like a dagger to my heart, then fell back hitting the hard Chapel floor with a thud.

But there in the bookshop now sat several ancestors of the witch, many attempting to have her banish the wolf-man creature. They didn’t stay long enough to communicate before they were moving on. “I feel a little sorry for the current owner. So many there demanding her attention, and most aren’t part of the living.” Olivia commented as they walked down the street toward the Doll Hospital. In their time, it was a private home where so many strange things went on. There was an old woman who loved to talk to spirits and would summon all she could to the place. Sadly, one such spirit was her downfall, and she’d lost her life to it when it pushed her down a flight of stairs. Olivia remembered it

In my life I have seen quite a few horrors: I saw how my brother was shot in cold blood; I saw how the doctor's throat was torn open with claws; I saw severed heads rolling on the floor with grimaces of pain, but what lay in the box could not be compared with them. - It's a doll! Astakhov reassured me. - Just a doll, Kira! I clung to him, shuddering from crying. A doll... A little boy's doll was lying in the ground, judging by the smell taken from the cemetery, and from that it smelled of death.