Broken Doll Book Novels & Stories

(DARK INTEREST) “BORN without a soul. Created by the materials of ceramic and glass. A lifeless doll at first, that is gifted by life from the person that she once calls her father. The beautiful doll that was gifted to a princess, who ends up wishing to be her daughter.” Reading a book that is just like any other peculiar ones that she owns. Emie is taking notes of the past and life of one of them. “North, east, south, and west.”

There was no broken window, no damaged lock, and nothing looked disturbed except for the baby’s cribs… and something else. Under one of the cribs was a rag doll. It was small, maybe around the size of my hand. The cloth was worn and the stitches were uneven. The fabric was faded, and stained in some places, and its button eyes looked too big for its face. It had a crooked mouth that had been sewn with red thread, like a kid’s art project gone wrong. I picked it up. It was heavier than I expected. It felt like there was something shifting inside so I turned it over. Then I saw the note.

Not hers. My hands started shaking. 'Are they selling off coma patients' bodies?' All those stories from school came flooding back. My skin crawled. I fought the nausea and fear, forced myself to finish cleaning her up. I was about to leave when I saw it—the music box on her nightstand. Ms. Deinert had told me not to mess with it. But my hand moved anyway. I popped it open. No music. Just velvet at the bottom. Then I saw it—tiny crumbs near the edge. Crackers, maybe?

I am death'' and that is all it takes for me to succumb to the darkness that has been calling onto me, it is all it takes for me to drift into the world of darkness. Author’s note; Thank you for reading, stay safe.

Fear gripped her, but beneath it, a spark of that forbidden curiosity ignited—stories come to life, just like in her books. The doll approached the bed on unsteady legs, its small feet pattering against the wooden floor. Up close, its lifeless face unnerved her, painted lips frozen in a perpetual smile. But those eyes burned with something hungry, something not of this world. A dark spirit, Lila thought wildly, her mind racing to the fantasy tales she loved. The doll climbed onto the bed, its tiny hands reaching out. They were cold, smooth porcelain against her warm skin as it crawled toward her. Lila recoiled, pulling the sheet up like a shield.

Because even Ryder didn’t know how far I’d gone. I stopped at the corner, glancing around. Empty. I walked faster. My locker was at the end of the row, near the storage room. I reached it and twisted the lock open. And then I froze. My books were gone. Papers ripped. Clothes slashed down the middle. Everything looked like it had been clawed at. But that wasn’t what made my breath hitch. It was the doll. A small, porcelain-faced doll. One of those creepy old ones with blinking glass eyes—except this one didn’t have a head. Just the body, propped up on my crumpled cheer top like some sick centerpiece.

Hello Lovelies. From here the part two of this book SHATTERED YET STRONG will begin. It is the story of Gabriel and Louis. It will have the characters of book 1, BROKEN BUT BEAUTIFUL continues but they won't be focused much till the middle of the book. Also, this book mentions the triggers of rape, assault and heartbreak. I would suggest if it isn't your cup of tea, you may leave it here. Tabby Chapter 1. Letting the Pain out...

Still, there is no one left here to fear me. A burned-out cottage draws my eye. The front wall is gone, exposing the intimate skeleton of what was once a home: blackened beams, half-melted crockery, the ghost of a staircase leading nowhere. Inside, I find the first evidence of children—a circle of stones marking a game, and beside it, something unrecognizable at first. I kneel. It’s a doll, or what’s left of one. Rag limbs reduced to two ashen sticks, its dress a black shroud crisped tight to the body. The painted face has run in long, dark tears down the porcelain.

In the end, I told myself it was wrong to be petty toward a grieving widow, so I was the one who gave in and apologized. Later, when Ryan wanted to put his ring back on, he couldn't find it anywhere. Luckily, I still had the original design sketches. Since my own ring was getting worn out, I decided to order a brand-new set, identical to the first. But before the rings even arrived, our bond had already shattered. I instinctively rubbed the faint pale mark where my ring used to sit. My old band was still sitting on that table back at the Pack House. "I don't want them. Even if they're brand new and identical, our bond is fractured. There's no going back."

I'd never gotten it cut, but my bastard of a husband made it into a ring for his mistress. Now this bitch came here to show off. She was trying to humiliate me, and I would make her pay for that. Sophia came up to us. "What are you doing, Bianca?" "She stole my diamond! Help me out!" Sophia quickly came to my aid. It was two on one, and Lorelei panicked. She shoved us backward, and Sophia gasped. She grabbed my arm, and we pretended to slip and fall into the sea. "Bianca!"