Doll X Lizzy Novels & Stories

"Zaddy," That wasn't the name. Where that one had come from, he had no idea. But it was like she just emptied a tank of gasoline on his fire, and he wanted to explode. He abruptly shot up, lifting her with him in the process, like she was a feather. He plunged her back into the soft leather seat converted to bed, panting hot breaths on her face, piercing into her soul, "What did you just call me?" Taking aback, Shola clasped her palm over her mouth. Zaddy was a term she'd always used to refer to a Zayn Malik looking kind of sugar daddy; her kind of man. A man like Solano Vicenze.

I looked at her and smirked pointing at her dress. "Ah... Now I remember where I'd seen that dress.... Last month when I went to Bhendi bazaar. It was exactly the same." Her jaw dropped and she looked at me clearly pissed. "What the- this dress is from Paris! Everything fabulous that I own is either from Milan or Paris!" She huffed. I bit my laughter. Just then my phone rang. It was Nida. I got out leaving bitchy diva alone in the control room. "Hey....so..... how's it going?" She asked excitedly.

"Oh, shit, it's all over now. Dorothy didn't keep it with her tonight, and now, Laura's stolen it!" "There's no way Laura knows how to use it. An ordinary woman like her couldn't have figured it out." "Wait, she's pressing the button… She's forcibly waking up Dorothy!" "Oh, hell, no! Dorothy's physically in bed at her place. She'll be forced to resonate with the doll!" I ignored the comments and watched as the doll slowly opened her eyes. Her silicone eyes suddenly gleamed, the pupils focusing on me as fear flooded her gaze. "Who… Who are you?" the doll parted her lips and asked in a tiny voice.

I said announcing my arrival. “She again? “Asks the little girl, rolling her eyes when she sees me. “She is my assistant Lizzy.”He even calls her Lizzy, as if they were good friends. “She's a fool. “The rude girl says coldly. “Why don't you let me be your assistant? “Dustin mocks sweetly when he hears her ask that question, and then runs his hand through her thin black hair. “I would love for you to be my assistant, but first, we have to cure you. “He leaves a kiss on her cheeks and stands in front of me.”Give her a Bisphosphonate solution. “He tells me.

It was true bliss… Upon taking a seat at the barbecue restaurant, the satisfied Dolly couldn’t help but say, “Now that’s what I call a relaxing day! Just a girl’s day out so we can continue looking as pretty and happy as ever!” Just as Dolly had poured a glass of wine, Xavia suddenly received a message from Zivon, stating, ‘Coming back soon? I can pick you up.’ After glancing at Dolly, Xavia replied, ‘I’ll probably be late, so you can sleep with the kids first.’ Raising a slight brow, Dolly then snatched the phone… and after seeing the message, Dolly rolled her eyes before sending Zivon a voice message! “Don’t worry, she’s with Bianca and I, and we’ll be having a long talk in a hotel tonight

Lizha stared at Dylan's neck. Dylan looked down at his neck and quickly slipped the pendant inside his dress. He looked at her and Lizha was still looking at him. "I like this pendant... that's all..." "Oh I know..." Lizha said in a sarcastic tone. "Yes it is... I don't need these junk dresses..." "Yes I know... But I've already prepared this dress... so wear it... it looks so cute on you Dylan..." Lizha made a face like an ownerless dog. Dylan looked away, "Whatever!"

___ "Oh, my God! You look so fantastic!" Lizzy told me to turn around so I did. I wore a casual beige dress with a ribbon on my waist, partnered with a simple pair of white flats. My hair was curled also by Lizzy but I didn't let her put too much makeup on my face. I just applied powder and lip balm. "Do you think Zion will like it?" I asked her. "Of course! If Zion is a picky man, why would he ask to date someone who always wears sweatpants," she said, mocking my style again.

A low, rhythmic sound leaked out into the hallway. Whirrr... hummm… I stopped. I edged forward, and my heart stopped dead in my throat. Lizzy. She was standing by the center island. She wasn't cooking. She was braced against the marble countertop, her legs spread wide to give her better leverage. She was wearing one of my father’s old dress shirts—it was unbuttoned, hanging off her shoulders, revealing everything down to her lace-trimmed hips. In her right hand, she held a heavy, silver vibrator. It was humming, vibrating so hard I could see the blur of it. She was pressing it deep between her legs, her eyes rolled back into her head, her jaw hanging slack as she rode the waves of the high-s

Lily took her seat same time as she pulled Zoey's hand closer and examined the ring. “It's that hottie, isn't it?”, Lily asked. Zoey nodded. “GIRL WHAT!”, Lily exclaimed. “Details! Right now!”, Lily demanded as she slammed her hand to the table they were sitting at. "Nah uh! First I want to know what went down with you and Dante last night!”, Zoey fought back.

Zapora whispered to herself, Lizzy was all happy smiled, "So? Do you guys wanna do it?" I shrugged, "Sure. It's not like I can do anything else." Zapora agreed. Lizzy lifted her arms and screamed, "yay! Let's go!" *** Lizzy groaned in the bed next to me as the lady massaged her feet, "That's the one. Rrrrright there." She purred.