Doll Comes To Life Novels & Stories

Their sinister look was nothing compared to the pumping action guns in their hands even as they revved their bikes. Serena saw her life flash before her eyes. She was going to die. A little rebellion and she was going to die. On an island in the middle of nowhere

There were plenty of guests who approached in succession to offer toasts and their sincere congratulations. Lia finally showed up, dressed in a striking red gown. She was accompanied by Luca, whose hand was on her waist even as his gaze was locked on me. She approached me and said in a cloying tone, "Congratulations on being part of the Corleone Famiglia, Elvira." I smiled and said, "Thank you. I hope you feel better soon, Lia." Lia's smile stiffened slightly before saying, "I'm doing fine. I actually have some good news to announce."

"Luna, this is our joint project with Euronia. Study the process. You're coming with me to negotiations next week." I flipped it open. "Va bene." Mamma handed me a cup of warm water. "Don't push yourself. If you don't want this life, I can take care of you forever." "I can handle it, Mamma." I smiled. "If I survived the slums, I can survive this. Especially with you and Papa." I knew one thing. If I wanted freedom from my past, I had to become stronger. Ella Pezzano died in the flames at Costa Estate.

Moments later, the front door slammed shut. The cramping in my abdomen ripped through me, and everything went black. When I opened my eyes, the pain was gone. All that remained was the blood pooled across the floor beneath me, the only proof that a child might have existed at all. I pulled myself to my feet, hollow and numb. Then, I heard the door open. Declan pulled back the storage room door. The light was blinding, and I squinted against it. His eyes were bright with hope.

“We make a good team.” “We don’t have a team,” I muttered under my breath. He grinned. “Not yet.” Ignoring him, I walked past the crab-shaped figure and stopped in front of the Dancer’s Pose. Something about it caught my eye. It looked harder than the rest, but at least it didn’t make me look like a crawling idiot. “Player 0467 has chosen Dancer’s Pose,” the voice echoed. Hoodie guy let out a small laugh behind me. “Dancer’s Pose, huh?”

His eyes were dark and clear and direct and sitting in his face like they'd always been there and somehow nobody had noticed until right now. He looked — different. Not unrecognizable. Just — a sharper version of himself. Like something that had been turned up. The girl — Doll, someone from their year who had never in living memory moved that fast for anything academic — was already crossing the lot toward him at a speed that suggested she'd forgotten other people were watching. Her hands found his abdomen before she'd fully stopped moving, fingers spreading across his abs, and she looked up at him with a laugh that was mostly just breath.