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.

Just then, Brian came in with the others and we all consoled her, soon she stopped crying. "Baby I got something for you, "Brian said revealing a charm bracelet with over five charms on them. One I noticed signifies Ava and Alexis, another one was a doll with "Type 1 diabetics insulin dependent " written in a tiny font on it. And three other charms. "Do you like it? " "Yes daddy, I love it. " "Daddy got me one too, "Alexis said showing her own to her sister, it had the same charms but no inscription written on it.

With a shake, I ignore the pain and attempt to stick it in again. Twigs, vines, nuts, and leaves don’t necessarily make the prettiest doll, but for the voodoo magic to work, you don’t need something beautiful. You just need a doll. Mine is barely that, but I’m hoping Goddess Nature finds it pleasing and my anger justified. Which, in my opinion, it is. “I hope the god's dick falls off.” I pull the twig out and shove it right back into the doll again. Under the pressure, the small stick snaps between my sore fingers. “Dammit.”

i lied She scoffed aloud, shooting me an 'are you kidding look' "you're so smart and you have to worry about it? It should be me talking about that and not you " I chuckled to that as I opened my locker to keep my books inside , I was just about to slam it shut when my gaze fell on something. Everything in me froze, the blood drained out of my face... Oh god! "Gracie what........ " she also trailed off as her gaze followed mine, a loud gasp escaped her mouth. I couldn't take my gaze away from the horrific sight , I was paralysed by it. It was a doll.... splattered over with red stains, a rope hanging from its neck

“Why did you guys think I called her Lollipop? Since she was tiny she always had a sucker in her mouth. She would always win whatever game with that sucker in her mouth.” “I guess she has always had an oral fixation.” Chris adds with a wink to me. I see Oliver tense next to me and I place my hand on his shoulder and shoot a glare to Chris for trying to rile him up. Oliver's body relaxes under my touch and I look at him in the eyes.

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.

But Shasha was still trying to speak, the movement of her lips seemed to say, "The doll ... The doll ... The doll can see ..." ***

Despite her efforts, the door remained locked and unyielding. Afterward, Luna discovers an iron display, seemingly meant to hold candles. Luna quickly walks back to the door and starts trying to break the door handle using the iron display she found. However, despite her repeated attempts, the door handle remains intact, and she's still locked inside the room. Luna discarded the iron ornament and searched for another option. She hoped to find a sharp object or anything that might help, but her search yielded no results. She also noticed that there were no windows in the room, just walls adorned with large European-style paintings of notable figures.

The enamel had been damaged a bit and it was time to paint them again. For a millisecond I saw that Ezra had a weird look on his face, but it disappeared as quickly as it had come and was replaced again with a smile. “And what happened to the doll?” “Oh yeah. That diabolical doll, I didn't even want to see it but I kept it because I feel like I have to show the things that are happening to me. Otherwise no one would believe me.” “Show? That doesn't sound very good,” Ezra mused under his breath.

Kinks: possession, doll fetish, rough sex Lila lay in her bed, the soft glow of her nightlight casting shadows across the room filled with her collection of dolls. At eighteen, she still clung to these childish comforts, especially on nights when her mind wandered to the forbidden stories she read in secret—tales of dark magic and hidden desires that made her cheeks flush. Her bedroom was a sanctuary of pastel walls and stuffed animals, but tonight, an unease prickled her skin. She shifted under the thin sheet, her soft pale body clad only in a loose tank top and panties, the summer heat making sleep elusive. Her wide eyes stared at the ceiling, curious thoughts swirling about the porcelain