Doll Tails Novels & Stories

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.

“He hung me up, I think. My throat’s been weird this whole morning. I thought I was coming down with something, but it felt kind of suffocating? So I think the doll probably got hung from something.” “Like those sunny dolls? What kind of kink is that?” I frowned and softly touched the doll’s neck. There was a sewing crease there, so it made sense for wrinkles to appear around that area. I could imagine the doll being tied up and hanging like a sunny doll. The more I looked, the more the sight of the crease began to irritate me. It almost looked like someone had wrapped a rope around its neck. I wanted nothing more than to smooth it out.

15 Momma’s told me once or twice—and sometimes I remember—about the doll I had when I was really little. Samelsa. A name I made up myself. Mom says I wouldn’t stand for it when anyone dared mishear me and try to call her ‘Sam’. “Sam is a girl-name for hookers and strippers. Maybe waitresses,” she says. “I think you knew that, too. Even then. If people dared call your doll ‘Sam’ you’d give them the blackest evil eye. That look on your face! It was like a witchy old woman who’d just caught her neighbor’s dog peeing on her front porch.”

Crackers, maybe? Heart pounding, I peeled the velvet back. Underneath: a few chunks of hardtack and half a protein bar. I froze. Stared at the girl on the bed, still playing dead. She was faking. But why? What was she trying to pull? Did Ms. Deinert know? I looked at her perfect, peaceful face—and felt pure horror. She wasn't some helpless victim. She was a monster.

I know in time all this training would come in handy if any situation would arise and will find myself in between. He wasn’t here, of course. But words may travel much more quickly than any disease, and he’ll know about my fight. That I wasn’t just any porcelain doll used for display only. Fragile and precious that always needed protection. I am not just an ordinary pet doll. I position myself in the middle of the ring, squaring my stance. The bell tolled and I braced myself as my opponent delivers the first move. This doll will fight and will win no matter what.

He did save her from her father but instead took his place in her life to fulfill his needs and desires. "I don't hit as hard as he does right doll?" He asks smirking. "No you don't." She replies trying to smile at him. He doesn’t hurt her that often but his words kill her a thousand times. They make her feel so little; they make her feel like she is a no body. "Daddy only hurts you when you act naughty right doll? When you don't follow his rules." He whispers caressing her cheeks softly. "Yes." She breathes out closing her eyes. A knot starts building up in the pit of her stomach, it feels good to have his touch after such a long time; well not a long time, but it sure does feel like a long

He pulled the fluffy blanket off and wrapped it around Doll. "Okay, it's just us. The toms have gone into the other room." Spitfire didn't mention the oddity of having a second room in what was seemingly a jail cell. "Are you okay? Did blackie there do something really bad to you?" "Too much." Doll explained as he raised a shaky hand from underneath the blanket. "I can't even touch my pocket to make it stop. Hades doesn't understand everything that's happening to me. I think I'm going into my heat cycle but it's much too soon."

I tease, feigning innocence. “Baby girl, I do not want to think about my parents when my dick is aching for you,” he mutters, adjusting himself under the table. My hand is so close, I can’t help myself—I stroke him, slow and light, just once. His breath catches. “Diavolina. Let me touch you. I need to feel how wet you are for me.” I subtly spread my legs under the table. Dante leans in, grabbing my leg and hooking it over his knee, spreading me wider. He kisses my neck as a distraction while sliding a hand beneath my dress. His fingers move with precision—straight to my thong, brushing the lace.

said Celea after watching herself in the mirror her black long hair was let open it fell down the waves made it look like a waterfall she had simple makeup wich consists of a small, thin eyeliner wing, mascara some silvery glitter eye shadow, blush and rosy lip gloss she had a soft light gray dress the color of her eyes, the dress had very long sleeves, the dress was tight at the top and loose at the bottom it was a soft look and it made her look like a fairy " of course you do, you are my dauther after all" said Bella proudly " indeed I am" " Now it's my turn to play dolls, sit down and I will prepare the both of you for the ball" Celea said looking at Bella and Kaya

He said touching her lips," You are so beautiful like a doll. From today you are my doll. Mine to break and mine to fix" He is brushing his huge hard body with her soft small body. Devika is feeling suffocated because of his heavy weight. She tried to push him but he pressed himself more on her. He is roaming his fingers on her lips, cheeks and neck. Devika is feeling like her soul will leave her body anytime seeing his creepy behaviour. She understood that he will definitely claim her tonight. So, she tried her last attempt. She said," please, I am not ready yet. Don't do anything tonight"