Broken Doll Book Novels & Stories

Meilin nods, and begins the tale of the shameful part of her family, and hopes that the Queen doesn’t hate her when she is done. “He is the one that sold you?” Yuelan questions when the blonde finished her tale. She feels bad on behalf of the blonde, because no one deserves to be treated the way the blonde was treated. If she could she would abolish the doll law. On the other hand, she couldn’t help but be grateful to her father, because if he hadn’t sold the girl she wouldn’t have met her. Selfish, she knows, but she is not perfect. “I am glad,” Yuelan speaks her thought out loud.

It was 8:30am. "I have to go check on Noel.." I mumbled. I got up from bed and brushed my teeth and headed out of my room. I stopped in my tracks when I noticed Hazel sleeping peacefully on the couch in the living room with a book in her hand. "Did she fall asleep while reading?" I smiled and walked towards her. On my way, I ended up bumping into the marble vase on the table beside her and it shattered on the floor with a loud clank. Surprised by the loud noise, Hazel woke up and stared at me, and then at the floor where the broken pieces laid.

I yelled. With that, the car sped off in the distance. I started walking down the dark dirt road not knowing where I was. I plugged in my earphones and tried to block out my fear. Mrs. Potato head by Melanie Martinez Started to play. 'If you weren't born with it you can Buy a couple ornaments. Just be sure to read The warning kids, cause pretty soon you'll be Bored of it.' I sang along as tears started to form in my eyes. Yeah I told him to let me out but he didn't actually have to do it. And the worst part is. He didn't even care if I were to be gone.

*Final Chapter: New Beginnings* Sunita stood tall, her eyes gleaming with determination. The divorce was finalized, and she was finally free from the toxic relationship. But the wounds ran deep. Her in-laws had refused to return her jewels and silver goods, and the life insurance money was rightfully hers, but they had withheld it. Despite their cruel actions, Sunita refused to let them define her. She focused on rebuilding her life, and her hard work paid off. Slokh, on the other hand, had graduated and landed a good job. His grandmother's family recognized his hard work and dedication.

"The most important shelves in the building." She crouched, running her fingers across a row of colourful bindings. Some had clearly been handled thousands of times. Corners rounded. Spines softened. Tiny fingerprints permanently pressed into the leather. One little book had been repaired so often it contained more careful stitches than the original binding. "It was loved," Adelaide murmured. "It still is." Nearby, one of the illustrations inside an open book suddenly shimmered. A tiny painted rabbit hopped across the page before disappearing behind a painted tree.

The others were damaged in different terrible ways. At the end of the shelf was a new doll. It had dark hair like mine. Brown eyes like mine. It looked exactly like me. I picked it up with trembling hands. The doll was perfect in every detail. Even the dress it wore looked like one of mine. I set the doll down and picked up a book from the table. I opened it and nearly dropped it. My name was written on every page. Over and over. "Amelia. Amelia. Amelia." But some of the names had been crossed out with angry black lines.

“Please tell me that’s a portal and not, like, the trash compactor for souls.” “Given our luck?” Grant muttered. “Probably both.” The librarian convulsed again. Without its heart‑book, it couldn’t hold its shape. Its remaining limbs collapsed inward, chains tangling, volumes crashing together in a chaotic heap. The monstrous skull of reference books toppled sideways, jaw slamming into the drift with an undignified *thunk*. The whole mass sank to one knee, then the other, then all at once, folding into itself like a building imploding.

Even I felt sick to the stomach seeing the uneven, dark red body on the autopsy table. Officer Wright's face went as white as a sheet. "What monsters! They'd better not let me catch them!" "They're worse than monsters!" Zack trembled as his tone filled with rage. "From the condition of the body, the victim likely had her bones shattered and flesh dug out when she was still alive. Not only that—her teeth, eyes, and nails were all pulled out." His words drained the color from everyone's faces, and the atmosphere turned heavy in an instant.

Now, standing in this elevator, facing Damien’s cold stare, a rage I’d never felt before burned in my chest. He walked toward us slowly. Each step was a claim of ownership. "A perfect piece of porcelain," his voice was a low hiss. "Such a shame it breaks so easily." He stopped in front of me. He reached out to touch my face. "But it's still my porcelain to break."

Then, to the right, and at the end of a long row of books, one book jutted out from the shelf. I pulled it out. It didn’t have a name. It was a leather-bound volume, and its cover had a skeletal hand clutching a wilting rose. I opened the book, skimming through the pages. My stomach turned at some of the rituals inside. Selene was too arrogant, too vein, to resort to grave robbing, and there would be no need to stitch me together if her plan was to take over people’s bodies as she had before. The Binding.