Dear Dolly Novels & Stories

Raising her hand to wave. “Hey, it’s your Uncle Dan!” It’s my friend Keegan. Is that my Uncle Ben? Calling them over to us. “Hey, my name’s Taylor.” Hi, I’m Cleo. Magnolia. Dolphin. Blue. “This is my daughter, Sadie.” My little girl, Petal. This is Anastasia. Lola. Jean. Because names aren’t really important. Just a collection of sounds we give to each other. I guess any word or sentence is, really.

And then I found the word, bold and clear, right there in the title. Doll. I looked up at him. He was watching me, his expression unreadable, but there was something in his eyes that hadn’t been there before. Something that looked like satisfaction. “I want you to be my Doll,” he said. Mia made a sound behind me, a sharp intake of breath, but I didn’t turn around. I couldn’t. I was standing in my doorway, holding a contract that said I was his, and the man who’d been following me for two weeks was waiting for me to sign it.

"Are you alright?" I wasn't. I was watching Oliver disappear into the crowd, phone pressed to his ear, probably pouring his heart out to my Dad whom I had been avoiding for days because I didn't know how to face what I had learned about him. "I'm fine," I murmured. “Can we… Can we just go home?” He wrapped an arm around my waist. “Of course, Princess.” *** Dr. Marianne Holt closed her notebook with a soft smile. "You made excellent progress today, Zella. I'm proud of how you're processing everything."

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Hearing the announcement from her personal assistant made Baby even more curious, Why did the man suddenly change his mind and let hed go just like that. The woman then asked again but remained calm despite the fact that she was nervous. "Where did Dollan go?" Loly looked confused to answer Baby's question as if something was holding the girl from going to answer Baby's question, but Loly seemed to really want to answer Baby's question but was only held back by something. Loly then looked confused, although Loly remained calm even so the girl couldn't hide the anxiety she would feel. "Mr. Dollan has gone to work, anyway after breakfast I will send the driver to take you home. You have a week

I bet that’s the witch who ended destroying Pyke. “You’re the first woman I dry a hair, Babe. I watched how Mom did her hair when I was a kid.” He rolls the cord to the handle of the dryer and places it back inside the drawer. How can he read my mind so easily? “Hungry? Thirsty?” he asks. “I want to go back to bed. Thank you,” I mumble and stand up.

The fantasy made her pussy clench around her own fingers. "Daddy... please... fuck me. Fuck me harder. Faster. I need you. I need both of you inside me." Hours later, a knock at her door pulled Anny from her work. She had been reviewing documents for two hours, the most productive stretch of her day. Work was truly the best distraction from the chaos of her thoughts. The knock came again. She sighed, set her laptop aside and rose from the bed. She pulled it open to find Adriano standing in the hallway, a tray balanced in his hands.

“Both.” She groaned. “You always pick the dangerous ones.” “I didn’t pick him,” I said quietly. Then she brightened. “Well, everyone misses you. Even Professor D’Angelo said you were one of the few students who didn’t make him want to retire early.” I laughed again. “That’s probably the nicest thing he’s ever said.” “You have no idea. Anyway, if you come back before graduation, we’re throwing a welcome party. Preferably without mysterious husbands.”

She stares wide-eyed at the Queen who just emerged from the inner chamber. Yuelan’s notes the guilty look on her servant’s face and decides to mess with her. She heard what the servant said about the doll. Not necessarily true. The doll is just someone she is using to distract herself from her horrid marriage, but she can’t have her personal servant spewing nonsenses. The girl needs to learn to keep her mouth shut. “Who am I obsessed with?” She questions in a calm tone like she is having a conversation about the weather with servant. While she waits for the servant to answer her question, she strides to set table and takes a sit. Suddenly she feels very farmish.