Doll Novels & Stories

I asked, seeing the doll. "She is a weak woman, look at, you make the ribbon on her head whine. Fix it, or Zuzu will get mad at me. She's my little friend," whined Dennis. I hit my forehead when I realized that the duck doll I was holding was the Zuzu Dennis was talking about "this is Zuzu?" I asked for sure. Dennis nodded his head, "oh shiit, don't be ridiculous," I said. I laughed, seeing Dennis covering his face in embarrassment.

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Questioning him with intriguing feeling, curious about what has happened to him and am I just worrying over nothing? “I’m sorry, Lily. I just do have a lot of works and stuffs to do,” Doom apologized. I crossed my arms. “You won’t explain what happened to you? I was worried! Or I was just worried for nothing?” “You've already know that I am no human and I do a lot of inhumane work.” He looked away. I tried to compose myself. Why am I losing my cool over such a thing? Come on, Lily! Keep it up!

My mind goes down to Oblivion I could feel them, pressed against me. That the rock-hard, throbbing bugles pulsing against my tummy sends red hot desire through my vein. Then the when two of them grabs me, and when their lips tease over my neck on each side, I could faintly hear them growl into my skin like they couldn't get enough of their meal and they couldn't wait to devour me. I could feel it all. I feel those two hardness pulse against me, and I know they’re very much real. “Show us,” Dorian growls.

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

Another F will mean too many bad things for her. "Please, professor. I know. I know I may have messed up, but I want a do over. This is really important to me, professor. If I have another F, I'll really be in trouble. I don't mind doing anything else, helping you organize, picking up after you, anything. Please" Professor Dorian smiled. Fucking smiled. "You see, Miss Collins, I've sat here and heard you say 'Anything' at least thrice. I understand that you're in a difficult position, and you could just be saying all that to butter me up"

Building the foundation of something that felt genuinely sustainable. The leather of the couch was cool against my back, but everything else in the room was burning. Eli was a heavy, solid weight pressing me down into the cushions, his hands framing my face like I was the only thing in the world that mattered. I could feel the ragged rhythm of his breathing against my neck, a hot, steady pulse that matched the frantic drumming in my own chest. "You have no idea," he rasped, his voice vibrating deep in his throat. He pulled back just enough to look me in the eye, and the intensity there was staggering—a mix of raw hunger and something so fiercely protective it made my breath hitch.

Miro fijamente la pantalla del ordenador, con todo el trabajo pendiente de estos días de ausencia, y siento una opresión en el pecho. No le doy muchas vueltas y me pongo a trabajar. De repente, la puerta cruje. Sam piensa que es Mark, así que mira hacia allí, pero entonces entra el señor Dante con una mujer morena de pelo revuelto. —Señor, disculpe la interrupción, pero necesito un favor —dice en voz baja, inclinándose hacia él. "Sí, sí, por supuesto, pase."

I say sarcastically, “Is she okay though? Any idea how long this will go on for?” “I really can’t say….” Tilly says but is interrupted when the clue energy starts to dissipate and Nova lowers back into her standing position. She opens her eyes and look at me, rather than her normal blue they are black and gold, they look almost like liquid swirling around in her sockets for a moment and then clear back to normal. “What. A. Rush” she says looking at me and grinning from ear to ear. “Why are you all stood around looking so serious for?” she asked.

“I only have one mom now—the boss of EverCore, Miss Bailey.” Zoe curled her lips inward, muttering to herself: “If Angela hadn’t earned that honor, you’d still be ignoring her and calling someone else ‘mommy.’” “It’s in three days.” Hearing how close it was, Dolly panicked as if the deadline was upon her. “Quick, bring me the tablet. I need to order a gift.” When Donald walked in, he saw Dolly focused intently on the tablet, swiping the screen with her fingers. The white glow reflected off her rosy, luminous little face—so soothing and adorable.