Cracked Doll Novels & Stories

She had to be always grateful as he didn’t like it either when he thought she wasn't being appreciative. She absentmindedly rubbed her right wrist when she remembered him when she was seven and her dad gave her a present of a porcelain doll that looked like her. It had blonde hair so fair it was almost white. Displeased, she dropped the doll, its porcelain face cracking from the impact. She whined. "I’m too old for dolls–" He grabbed her wrist and twisted till the bone snapped. She cried out and clutched her wrist to herself as hot tears fell down her cheeks. Her wrist throbbed painfully and she bit her lip as she tried not to sob.

I whisper. “I'm sorry-” Anger rises in me. He just keeps damn pushing, like a broken record. “No you're not!” I snap. “You don't care about me.” I swat his hand away. “All you care for is what I am! Your perfect china doll you've stowed away in the attic next to a hammer for the day you feel like smashing it. But you've forgotten something: that doll is adamantine. That doll cannot break.” His eyes flash. “You are the thing I hold dearest, Janet. My finest creation. Of course you are indestructible.”

ok now wipe your tears and find her. if you can't. then you will not get her for years. find her soon. I am waiting for you to suffer more and more. ____ why? why? why it has to happen to me? what I did. I just dig the matter to reveal the truth to the world. but now. what I will do. suddenly a doll got my attention. I moved towards it. it was a joker doll. but why it is looking so different. and the doll was surrounded by blood.

Even though I was dead, remembering what he did to me made me shudder all over. He had hung me up and sliced my body bit by bit, watching as the blood flowed. He called me his "Beautiful Flower". As the pain vividly stabbed at me, I hugged myself. The marks on my fingers were still there. Every inch of my fingers and knees, too, had been broken. Yarick had said that using a real person as a doll made it more lifelike. He had dislocated every joint, manipulating my body like a puppet. A gust of wind brushed past, and I felt a wave of dizziness.

The room changed. She was standing now on the ruins of the Zurich compound—though not as it had ever been. Burned. Empty. Shattered glass like scattered memory. A single beam of sunlight cut through the ceiling, illuminating a pile of ash in the center. Her boots crunched over it. But when she looked down, it wasn’t ash. It was bone. Tiny fragments. Teeth. Ribs. Fingers. Voices echoed faintly around her. Familiar. Not words. Just fragments. Torin’s laugh. Jessica humming. Eleni saying “not yet, not yet, not yet”.

’ Thea says as she hugs her best-friend. ‘Okay, I do not mean to disrupt your moment but time is running out and we really need to get this to Halley.’ Edmond says as he shows them a pendant that looks the same as the one on Jessa’s neck. ‘Oh you already made the pendant? I thought we would go for gold and wear all those work overalls and melt things but I guess this way too is cool.’ Thea says. ‘Oh I wish we could do that but we do not have enough time plus, you do not have to worry about getting things like these done when a demon is around.’ Edmond says proudly.

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.

“Oh, Mr. Luciano doesn’t want to let loose for our doll. He bids thirty million dollars. Does anyone want to get higher than thirty?” I now had a hard time following the dialogues, and the numbers kept on getting higher and higher, and it’s making me dizzy. “Counting once…” “… going twice…” “…thri– Oh, we have a new bidder for this doll. Mr. Bronislav bids Fifty Million Dollars.” “Wow, just wow.” I felt like I wasn’t a human. I felt like a piece of trash that had been found in the dumpster, which they cleaned and put in a box where stupid people collected them.

Among the broken pieces and toppled figurines, two dolls stood upright, untouched, staring at me with their glassy, painted eyes. My breath hitched as I took a step closer, unable to tear my gaze away. It felt like my lungs had seized up, the room suddenly too small, too suffocating. I recognized them instantly. The first doll wore a bright red jacket, a tiny top hat perched at a jaunty angle on its head. In its small porcelain hand, it held a miniature whip—clearly a lion tamer. The second doll was equally striking, dressed in a striped leotard with exaggerated muscles stitched into its arms, like a cartoonish depiction of a circus strongwoman.

she insisted, sliding her nail under the tape. Nathan stepped back but didn’t look away. The tape peeled open with a soft hiss. Maya lifted the flaps. Inside lay a porcelain doll small, fragile-looking, with pale cracked skin and eyes too wide. The dress it wore was stitched from old fabric, frayed at the ends… but what caught her attention was the detail at its center: A dark red patch stitched across its stomach. And inside it, something metallic. Maya squinted. “What the hell…”