Doll Fnaf Novels & Stories

We turned, and my stomach clenched when I saw Jason and Nolan approaching us. Della’s glare could have burned holes in the dirt. “You’re not welcome here.” Jason raised his hands innocently. “We only came to help.” “Or are you here to continue begging Talia for forgiveness?” Della taunted. Jason’s smirk dropped, and he glared at Della. “Alpha Jason is right about one thing, though,” Nolan added. “And what is that?” Della asked, turning her attention to him. “Your methods wouldn’t bring down a rabbit. Maybe a frog, but doubtful,” Nolan stated.

she shoots back, serious as ever. That earns a real laugh from everyone—Pelin and Kaela both shaking with suppressed giggles while trying not to drop me. Finally Kaela decides, “We’ll stay like this for a while. Once Father stops searching the house, we’ll carry her back.” Then Dolyndra—Dolly, as we call her—appears, dragging a table behind her. Dolynara lets out a grateful shout, half relief, half exhaustion.” “Thank the moon!” Dolynara cries in relief.

he said. I opened my mouth, but I couldn’t say anything. Nico’s eyes flicked back to me. His expression was unreadable, but it cut me anyway. “Dad,” he muttered. Then his gaze locked on mine again. “My new stepmother?” he asked, voice slow and almost mocking. “Pleasure to meet you.” Liar. There was no pleasure here. Only fire. And I was already burning.

"As for the balance? Let it break." Seeing my defiant attitude, my father's face darkened even more. He pointed at me. "Do you think this is a game? The underworld has its own rules!" "Rocco is still the Don of the South. By humiliating him in public, you're provoking his entire organization!" "Are you trying to start a war?" I inspected my nails nonchalantly. "If they want a war, we'll give them one." "You!" My father's chest heaved with rage. He snatched the whiskey glass beside him, ready to throw it.

“OH MY GODDESS DYELON! IT WAS SO SCARY IN THERE. I THOUGHT WE WERE GOING TO DIE! IT WAS A BIG EXPLOSION AND THE TUNNEL DOOR WAS BLOCKED AND THE ROOM WAS FILLING WITH SO MUCH SMOKE. I WAS SO AFRAID I WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO SAVE OUR DAUGHTER OR SEE YOU AGAIN!” Dilara cried throwing herself and her daughter into Dyelon's arms. Dyelon hugged both Dilara and his daughter. “Where is everyone, are they coming out?” Dyelon pulled away from his family looking at the door as more of Dom's men came out.

“I just said-” “How about another breakfast potato?” “How about you-actually I would like another one. Gimmie.” I watched as Dola eagerly offered her plate of breakfast potatoes towards Daniella. As she popped her pancake covered fork into her mouth, Daniella stabbed the free utensil into the loaded pile. Blue eyes soften sweetly as Dola took in her pleased hum and happy chewing.

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"Find the person who drugged me. I'll kill him." "It was Anna," Lorcan muttered, his voice tinged with grim certainty. "Checked the footage three times. But remember, you can't touch her." Rhys's jaw clenched at the mention of her name. Anna was Francis Donovan's niece, a fact that only complicated matters further. "How long do we have?" Rhys demanded, his mind racing as he considered their next move. "Till tomorrow," Lorcan replied tersely. "Orion will hand you the files, and then you can take down Francis. But there's a problem. He's tied to someone in your family."

Elena yelled back. "Meow." was the simple demanding response. Annabelle curled up on the tile, waiting for her human servant to open the door. Rolling her eyes, Elena finished her shower. Toweling off and dressing, she let the old feline ou. Elena began cooking her dinner. The aroma of ramen and potstickers filling the room and drawing the dog to the kitchen. "Zeeeuuus... out of the kitchen." With the saddest puppy eyes and the droopiest face and ears he could muster, Zeus backed out of the kitchen and plopped his rear on the carpeted hallway. He watched Elena expectantly, a string of drool dangling from his jowls.

“Alright, little phoenix. Time to Po it up.” Nalia blinked. “Po?” “Kai-yah!” Tora shouted, doing a ridiculous spin-kick and promptly slipping in the grass. “Like Kung Fu Panda. Except I’m the Dragon Warrior, and you’re the noodle shop apprentice.” “Uh-huh,” Nalia smirked. “Does this mean I get dumplings afterward?” “Only if you land a hit,” Jax called from the sidelines. Nalia lunged and immediately found herself flipped on her back.