Cracked Doll Novels & Stories

" I rose to my feet and made my way to the living room. "I told you there's no need for that!" Calvin's voice rose to a sharp pitch, edged with panic. I stopped and turned to look at him. His face was flushed a near-crimson shade. He drummed his fingers against the edge of the table, then squeezed out his explanation, "The doll… is made from a special material. Water will ruin it." "Then how are you supposed to clean it? Dry-clean?" I asked. "No!" He shot to his feet, cutting me off from the living room. "Just leave it alone. I'll deal with it myself."

He will again take control over me. Before I could do anything the devil inside me said," You are becoming weak again. What's all this doll!! My doll!! Don't forget about your revenge. You are a ruthless mafia and there is no mercy inside you. Don't forget this!" My head is again spinning and my mood is again ruining. I took out another pill from my pocket and gulped it down. If this situation continues then one day I will become crazy.

Like a fool for love, I concluded in my mind to dial Roderigo, seeking any opportunity that would bring us back together. The first two dails were hung up, the 3rd and 4th one were left to ring until the call ended, I tried making one last attempt but his phone was switched off. This only got me more desperate and hurt. I felt to be put out of this mean world. ************* Bip!!! bip!!! bip!!! bip!!! bip!!! bip!!! The alarm bipped nonstop that I had to hit it till it made no more noise. It was now I was beginning to regain my consciousness.

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.

Maevis’s eyebrows grew together. “What of it?” she inquired, not sure what her charge was getting at. “Why can we not sell it? Keep this cottage and one of the others for you, let Ms. Crotlybloom go. Why must we keep that dreadful place? I shall never step foot in there again.” “Serendipity,” Maevis began, leaning forward, her hands on the table, “we can’t. That’s where all of the doll parts are kept. There’d be no way we could store them all here.”

And he will do anything to get her , even if it's hurting her. "Something poisonous like obsession craved him, but will he able to see the broken doll he was breaking with his own hands

"Hey.... What are you doing here?" "Look, Crystal. We made this dollhouse. Isn't it beautiful?" Ariadne asked her. "Yeah, it's beautiful." Crystal replied looking at the dollhouse before turning to face Ariadne. "Mommy has called you." "Okay...Let's go." Ariadne and Xander went to the mansion. Crystal stood alone in the garden. She clenched her jaw as she stared at the dollhouse. A devilish smirk appeared on her face. The following morning, Ariadne came to the garden to play with her new dollhouse. However, she discovered the beautiful dollhouse in pieces. Someone had destroyed it. She was heartbroken and cried a lot. She later found out that Crystal was the one who had destroyed their dollh

I just want my family back. Krystal reaches out to take the gift. I was about to sigh in relief, to smile at her. But then she does something I never expected her to. She throws the gift to the floor, before stomping on it. Breaking the doll I had bought her. I looked at the broken doll, which is the perfect reflection of my broken heart. She stomped on the doll the same way she just stomped on my heart. "I told I don't want you here, and I don't want your stupid ugly present" she snapped at me. She was shaking as if she couldn't control her anger and hatred.

Suddenly, he saw that Doll was trapped in a huge dome of ashes that came from nowhere. He heard that Doll was trying to escape, but the woman from before told her, "His Powder Lock cannot be broken without his consent. You can't scrape, scrape it." He looked back and saw she was coming towards him, but he has to save Doll. He felt a sudden pain in his back and realized that he was punched by the man behind him that felt like his bones have been broken again. He kneeled on the field and winced loudly. "Worry less; we will not kill her, non? Our cible needed to be given alive."

The noise of the world faded into the background, replaced only by the sound of my own heartbeat pounding in my ears. "There is nothing left of you," I whispered to myself, the drugs intensifying the darkness within. "There's nothing left for the demon to take from me. I'm nothing." The words echoed in my mind, a bleak mantra that had become my twisted reality. I had become a broken vessel, shattered and discarded, just like the windows of my soul.