Doll X Lizzy Novels & Stories

I, Dianne Hayden, was still sorting through the documents that'd been stained with coffee when Lizzie Dalton barged in again. Lizzie tossed her phone onto my desk without the slightest hint of courtesy. "Can't you read, you old hag?" She spat the last three words through clenched teeth before fixing me with a look of pure contempt. I slowly turned my gaze toward the group chat displayed on her screen. Messages from my childhood friend, Julius Sanford, were still flooding in.

Zeev Oliver strode in with a gift box in his hand. 'D.O.' s latest model, see if you like it.' Kristen Oliver didn't reach for it, just said faintly, 'I like it, I will buy it myself.' Zeev Oliver looks helpless. 'Zeev can't buy it?' Kristen Oliver rolled his eyes and left. “Kristen。” Zeev Oliver gave a cry, but Kristen Oliver had got on the bus directly. Another jaw-dropping scene, Zeev Oliver at the moment, like a wronged puppy.

She couldn’t help but wonder why “Wow what a beautiful dress” Lizzy said picking up a blue dress “yes, it was actually-” “I didn’t ask” Lizzy said cutting her off, Eva’s anger spiked. “what the hell is going on?” Lizzy went to the bed side drawer and picked out a scissors “what is that for?” Eva asked in horror. “Well, unfortunately I am to young to handle a blade or a knife so, this will have to do” Lizzy replied with a devilish smile. She grabbed a dress and severed it in half.

Meaning Lily is the rightful heir of the Mingle International Company. "Oh, this is why Mr Mingle didn't approve of Derrick and Lily's relationship because he didn't want Lily to find out," Rosy thought still staring at the image on her phone screen. "I could make some money out of this," she thought knowing how badly Mr Mingle needed the document and with a smile plastered on her face, she sent Lyla a location and time for a meet-up. At Derry's apartment, Lyla was sitting on her bed drinking her juice when her phone buzzed. She smiled knowing Rosy had sent her a location for their meeting. She checked and smiled. She looked at her watch and she had two hours to meet up with Rosy.

Held tight against my mother’s side. “So what’s your name today, doll?” she said. “I wanna be Taylor Elizabeth. People call me Tay or Liz.” Taylor. Or Liz. “But your real name is prettier,” I said. “It’s like a game, honey. Names aren’t important. Not really. It’s fun to change them sometimes. Makes you feel like someone different.” She squeezed my hand, shaking me at the wrist. “So, who do you wanna be?” “I don’t know.” “There must be something?”

Without looking up, Lizzy nodded as she licked her fingers, but she remained quiet. “Lizzy?” The girl looked up again. “You don’t have to say a word now, but will you talk to me one day? I would really like to play dolls with you.” The girl’s eyes widened and light danced inside her huge orbs. In excitement, Mercedes’ heart picked up a faster rhythm. “Would you like that?” Lizzy nodded faster. “I would, too, but I cannot play with you unless you talk to me.” Lizzy lowered her eyes as she gobbled down the remainder of her roll.

She left Dexter's side and moved to Lizzy. "Lizzy! Oh my god, you look so beautiful!" Lizzy was dressed in a similar design but hers was sparkly blue. "I was going to tell you the same, you look absolutely gorgeous!" Laura grinned. "All thanks to you. But I'm still insisting that the dress is so revealing." "It's not!" Lizzy wailed. "I love it on you, you really killed this dress." She suddenly stopped and turned to the young handsome man that was standing behind her with a smile.

Liz: The temperature's rising here Dree: Liz, are you drunk Liz: So name a game to play and I'll roll the dice. Dree: Why are you even saying all this "Liz, skip this part, got to the little less conversion part" Rilee suggested. Liz: Little less conversion, little more touch my body Dree: Ur so not in your senses. Liz: I made so many mistakes. Dree: Umm.... I gotta go. "5 minutes will soon end" Dylan warned "Start ending it"

Lizzy touched her stretchy headband holding back the crazy blonde curls and gave an exaggerated curtsy. “Just call me Alice. And don’t diss the headband, it keeps my hair out of my face.” Johnny stretched his leg out and tapped her with his giant foot. “Lizbug, you look adorable.” Lizzy grinned crazily, picked up a grocery bag and pulled out Taken. “That’s my cool as shit girl!” Johnny grinned. “I love dude movies! Predator and The Accountant are next!” Lizzy threw down the bag. Smoothly lifting the DVD out of Lizzy’s hand, Abby said, “First you’re playing us something on your guitar while I grab the snacks from the oven.”

Quinn asked, looking at the paper. “It’s just a fun night ten pin bowling…we just want us girls to all get along and know who each other is.” “So who are you?” “Oh, sorry, I’m Lizzy.” She beamed a cute smile. “Daughter of Logistix Conglomerate, based in Ontario, responsible for data protection of some pretty major companies and government departments worldwide.” “Right…” Quinn wasn’t used to people introducing themselves in such a fashion. “And you?” “Ah…Quinn.”