Cracked Doll Novels & Stories

Darius carried the box to the table. Then carefully peeled back the tape. No sounds. No movement. Just an ordinary cardboard box. He lifted the lid. And within seconds, his entire expression changed. Aurora immediately stood. "What is it?" Darius didn't answer. He simply stared at the contents. Aurora walked over. Then froze. Inside the box was a doll. But not an ordinary doll. Its face was stained and worn. Its eyes were different sizes. One side looked as though it had been deliberately damaged.

Nattarika said once she saw her papa had calm down. "Papa did you losht youl diamond"? Nattarine chirped in. Denzel chuckled. He opened his arms to hold his princess in his arms. "Papa has the most precious gems in the world. My ruby and my pearl". He kissed their foreheads before pulling them into his embrace. "But yes papa lost his diamond". He said missing Nattasha. The girls didn’t get what their papa meant but Cyrus, who was going in the kitchen stopped in his tracks.

If I cry, they will revel. — Answer when we talk to you! The slap cracks, sharp, so brutal that it pulls me from the wall and slams me to the ground. My ears buzz. Their laughter erupts immediately, shrill, mocking, stinging. — What did you think? another one chimes in. That we were going to leave you alone? Poor little doll… We take apart a doll piece by piece. We pull out the hair, break the joints. You’re going to see, princess.

My feet moved spontaneously and went inside it. Crib. Unisex wall decor. Toddler bedding. High Chair. Robots. Dolls. Milk Bottles. Blue and Pink Stroller. Clothes and Bedsheets. And lots of babies stuff. "W-What—" "You’ve opened the wrong door." I turned to the person who owned that voice. Wright was standing in the hallway and his gaze penetrated my body. My heart pounded as he began to walk closer to me. He passed me and went inside the room; his hand touched the crib. He rotates the toy attached to it and it started creating a lullaby song.

But she didn’t open it. “Open it” she heard Daniel’s voice encouraging her. Her heart thumped as soon as she saw two more broken rings in the box. It’s similar to her broken ring but different. “Nice, isn’t it? It’s a puzzle ring that I designed when I was still in the university. Can I?” Daniel asked for her ring and twist and turn it together with the other two. After some time, all the three rings became one. It formed an infinity sign with three diamond stones aligned.

I cry and cry to grandma but despite her condition she manage to smile at me. “A-Ana.” I panic when she started coughing but she just wave her hand to prevent me from coming to her. “You’re young and have a great future a head of you. Your grandpa and I are going to be fine… and don’t blame yourself for this. Fight.” She smile and her eyes close slowly then her breathing become slow until I can’t feel her anymore. “Grandma!” I cried more and more until I became weak. “P-pearl.” I remember my sister once more and in that moment I start fighting like grandma said, I kick the door with all my strength and use some objects that I can see to break the glass but that wasn’t enough.

The golden arrows on the dark brown old clock in the cream colored office seemed to mock her. She had been staring at them for over ten minutes and it felt like they had not changed a bit. She started to look around the office for something else to distract her. The only none expensive thing in this office was the dark mahogany desk she had had shipped in six months ago after the old one had completely broken under weight of heavy files. She turned to the right and saw the blue crystal ball she had gotten him a long time ago. It made the room a little more lively.

Something cracked inside me. "I don't know much about Rhodium, but s-since when does it break and turn to s-sand?" Kaylee stammered, eyes wide and horrified. She set her glass aside, hands trembling. We both bent down, staring at the mess. It wasn’t metal. It was sand. Fine, grainy sand. No! No, no, no! I picked up another bar and dropped it to the floor. It crumbled instantly. Rage exploded in my chest. I grabbed an entire cart and shoved it over. The sound echoed across the warehouse as every last piece broke apart.

The innocent-looking doll face little girl is in her silence as she holds a clear and big jar within her arms with an ominous smoke like incandescent fog swirling inside and illuminating in a light green neon-colored light. With her Mistress, her treated mother, her master, and her very creator concocting the perfect doll. She observes and carefully taking everything at mind and heart, as her Mistress puts a drop of her blood and a shard of her heart and soul in a form of a crystal flower, it says in a whisper. “With your blood and shard of your very being, she will be the half of you, yet not. Your life is bind, but will never cross until I say it.”

Blackfang’s great hall? Yeah, “great” is one word for it—mostly it’s just this enormous, echoey cave hacked into stone so old you can practically smell the ghosts. Cold as hell, too. Banners in black and crimson hang from pillars that look like they could squash you flat, all draped in the drama of blood and old grudges. The torches along the walls are trying their best, but the shadows? Oh, they’re winning. They slither and twitch over the faces crammed below, making everyone look twice as haunted.