Broken Doll Book Novels & Stories

Nyla’s POV I'm drawing a pentagram on my apartment floor with sidewalk chalk at midnight on a Tuesday because apparently this is what my life has come to. There’s a leather-bound book open beside me, old, as if it survived the Victorian era. I found it at an estate sale last weekend, buried under a box of porcelain cats, which feels like the universe burying a loaded gun inside a Build-A-Bear. It was quite an… interetsing book. The chapter I keep returning to shows a naked woman arched on her back on the floor, with a demon-man like being, with extra limbs, and an abnormally huge-sized cock burried inside her pussy.

"Then burn it. I know it is not because you are afraid of it, but because you do not need it anymore." She nodded once, a short and decisive motion. "Do it. Burn them all." We built the fire in the apartment's hearth, the one we had never used because New York apartments were not designed for actual fires and because we had never needed a hearth before now. Solomon's people brought a metal container and stood watch while we fed the objects into the flames one by one. The doll went first, its porcelain face cracking in the heat with a sound like a gunshot, its christening gown curling into ash that swirled up the chimney and disappeared into the night sky. The locket followed, the silver melt

“ Calm! “ He held the same face, caressing it. “ Let's go there, come on. He held my shaking hand and we went to the store together. We entered the store and he stared, not understanding. The store was silent, as if nothing had happened. “ Sasha… “ There was a doll here... “ I approached the shelf where the blood”stained doll was. “ She was here! Marlon remained silent and looked around, looking for the doll. “ There was a doll that was broken on the floor, another was stained with blood and another that was moving... “ He said, not believing that all of it had disappeared. “ Baby, I don't think anything... there's nothing wrong with the store! “ When I arrived there were two dolls sitting o

The books are being ripped in half and deposited around the room. Cory has completely shifted and is shredding all of the cushions to the seating as well as the walls themselves. Sylas has taken over, destroying the bookshelf, the coffee table, and anything else that can be broken down. Sylas howls a long, mournful howl, which just about breaks my heart.

She heard the sound of door clicking open and her heart thumped against her chest. Then she heard the sound of glass shattering when he smashed the bottle on the wall and her breath hitched. He came into view and he was holding the broken bottle in his hand. He started walking towards her and saying that Cara was terrified at the moment was an understatement. “Now you will never disobey me” he said and lifted his hand up to hit her and Cara’s scared eyes got shut as she waited for the hit. But before he could hit her the doorbell of his house rang. He cursed under his breath and threw the broken bottle away.

I looked around until a shelf caught my attention, on top of the shelf is a sign posted in it that reads 'Bondage and Sadomasochism', I wander through the shelf until a book caught my attention. Dollar Sign by Giza Clay. The title of the book was intriguing, I took the book off the shelf and read the summary of the novel written on the back. After reading the summary, I decided to read the whole book later. I turned the book over the last page where you can see a picture of the author and the author's biography. My brows furrowed when I saw Giza's picture, I couldn't help but ask myself what the fuck happened to his face. He has an angelic face, very beautiful but a scar in an X shaped destr

"Your dad, I guess." "What did he say?" ~••~ The day was almost magical if it hadn't been for her mind poking at the morning's event now and then. With that, even the amazing sites he made her discover didn't look so appealing as they should have been for a first-timer. "You want it?" He asked, after noticing her extended stare at a mannequin doll in an elegant white robe dotted with pellets of fake diamonds around its collar. It looked awfully short which wasn't in her zone of comfort. He knew that after noticing her constantly adjusting herself in the dresses he bought for her for school. She had been so lost in her thoughts that she hadn't even realized she was staring at it.

Lizzette sat on the table near the head of number 1,468, the one she had been working on earlier, which she had chosen to name Hester Pineyfrock (her dress would be green, of course) Lizette’s rosy cheeks showed their approval of the fabric shade Serendipity had chosen, and for a few moments she was able to live vicariously through the dolls she was bringing to life. After a few minutes floating around in another dimension, one where dolls went to fancy parties, waltzed for hours with handsome young gentle-dolls, and ate dainty pastries, Serendipity felt eyes boring into the back of her head, and she wasn’t sure if it was one of her four-legged friends, or the letter itself, but she was no l

He offered her a drink but she refused. "I've already renovated this mini-library," Dylan said as Edlyn got inside and started looking around at his brand new renovated mini-library. "Wow. It was more beautiful and organized than before. And there's a separate corner for my favorite books," Edlyn was amazed to see that the collection of her favorite books had their own spot and was separated from others. "Yeah. Those books were valuable to you, so they have their own place," Dylan answered. Then Edlyn came over to touch those books. But unexpectedly, she saw a cockroach. She was startled and she even jumped because of fear. She almost fell down but Dylan immediately caught her up.

Mikael was in complete shock at her study; it was beautiful in an almost morbid, macabre way. We both took a seat next to each other on the couch while Sajida sat on the other side of her desk in her throne. She flipped a lock of hair over her shoulder and just grinned at us; she enjoyed being right. She knew I would come here. All she had to do was wait. Before Mikael and I could say anything, we both saw small shadows under a console table by the wall underneath a window. Mikael jumped slightly, but I knew what they were - the small dolls that I met the last time we were here. There were three of them - one with a pentagon on its belly, another with a triple moon, and the last one with a t