Cracked Doll Novels & Stories

She has to buy more than one doll for Rosie as she was known for spoiling her dolls quicker than expected. Once she lost interest in the doll, she would tear its parts to check what was contained in it and what exactly was the thing singing. Once she satisfies her curiosity by tearing the doll apart, then it’s finished. She would simply throw the poor shattered doll aside and pick a new one. Funny right?

see you later, Gator -Dylan* my world had shattered into a million pieces. Dylan had Jane. he knew what my brothers had done. nono had ordered then to add a distraction, but they got my daughter taken. or was there still a rat in the house? how did Dylan know I wouldn't be here with Jane? how did he know where to find us? who was the snitch this time? why did nono give those orders? why would Nono risk giving us away?

I was forced flat against the floor, left with no choice but to watch Grace throw the doll against the floor, creating a deep crack across the doll’s surface. “Damien! Damien gave that to me! You’re not allowed to touch it!” I struggled like an absolute lunatic. Startled by my sheer madness, Lucy’s grip faltered for a second. Using that brief moment, I dragged myself forward on my hands and knees, throwing my body over the broken doll on the floor. As my fingertips brushed against the deep crack, tears splashed onto the back of my hand. “Damien, I’m sorry… I didn’t take good care of it. I let them break it.”

She had closed every gap, one morning at a time, with coffee and chalk and a map on a wall and her hand in mine at a writing table until dawn. There was nothing for the disc to hold. I closed my fist. The metal cracked. I had not expected it to crack that easily. Seraphine's work was old and precise and the discs were made to last decades. This one cracked on the first squeeze because the metal had been designed to hold a compulsion, and when the compulsion found nothing to hold, the metal had nothing to be. It cracked. It cut my palm. The blood ran down the inside of my hand and onto the desk and onto the oilcloth that had been wrapped around the thing Diana Cole had paid her mother to make

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."

We decided to step into one of the shops, a bell tinkling as we entered. The interior was cramped and dusty, filled to the brim with all manner of strange objects. Dolls with eerily lifelike eyes stared at us from shelves, while jars of wet specimens lined the walls. “Creepy,” I muttered, picking up a small figurine that seemed to be made of bones. Chris nodded, examining a collection of ‘cursed’ amulets. “Yeah, but kind of fascinating too, don’t you think?”

All at once, Lee broke away from the group, making his way to one of the time-stilled conveyor belts. “I bet the grandkids would like this.” He said to his wife, picking up one of the nearly finished dolls and twisting it this way and that in observation. “I don't know, it's not even painted all the way.” Martha noticed the doll had bright red hair and pale skin, its sculpted face somehow reminding Tina of a hedgehog she had kept as a child. It was paint or no paint, pretty adorable. “That adds to it, don't you think?” Lee asked. “Makes it more special, part of history.”

Only because he is a fallen angel, everything is full of sad … But that fallen angel had one chance in life that she was given. The roots of the law controversy go all the way back to the fallen angel, Lucifer. He became a corrupt shadow of his former self - a fallen angel trusted neither by Heaven nor Hell. Demon awaiting the Fallen Angel Shaher's revival was killed in battle at the Hall of Corruption by Alphonse. While not a Fallen Angel in the formal sense, it's depressed price relative to the growing fundamental case for silver makes it worth considering.

That stunned me, and a bad feeling slowly rose in me. He continued, "My boss, George… has problems getting it up. The doctors said that it's psychological. I just need you to play along and pretend to be a doll and help him restore his manliness. Once this is done, I'll become the manager of the entire department." My eyes widened incredulously, unable to believe my ears. I sternly reprimanded him, asking in retort, "What do you think I am? Some sort of tool for you to use?"

Elara's eyes darkened. "So he created copies." Lily's expression changed. "That's why we have fragments of the same consciousness." Veronica nodded slowly. "Three fragments." Ava whispered: "And the fourth?" Elara smiled. "The fourth was never a fragment." She looked at Ava. "It was the lock." Ava felt the mark on her palm burn. "The lock to what?" Elara pointed toward the floor. "Me." The facility shook violently. A massive crack appeared beneath Ethan. He stumbled.