Dollhouse Unfinished Novels & Stories

I just let the long couch face the television and I placed the single couch near the window where I could see the rooftops of the other houses and small buildings. “Finally done!” I shouted in happiness after I finished organizing everything. “I just need to throw the trash and sweep the floor,” I said as I looked at the dust around the living room. I looked at the sun wall clock and I didn’t notice that it was already five in the afternoon. So, it took me seven hours to finish!

“Come inside, little girl. Daddy’s been thinking about you all day.” Nate’s mansion was something else — huge, beautiful, and strangely lonely in that rich way, like it was waiting for someone to actually live in it. Bookshelves lined entire walls, packed tight with novels, dark romances I knew he wrote, and old classics that probably cost more than my tuition. Sculptures stood in corners, smooth marble bodies twisted in elegant poses, and paintings hung everywhere, mixing clean minimal lines with deep traditional strokes. It felt cozy as hell, like a high-end home floating in space — warm lights, soft textures, the kind of place that made you want to stay forever. My eyes landed on an unfin

“Come on in. Sorry for the mess.” I walked into the apartment, and my gaze immediately fell on the living room. Toys were scattered across the floor - a dollhouse, a pink stroller, and a stuffed bunny peeking out from under the coffee table. On the walls and shelves were family photos. One showed Jesse holding his daughter, Alison, as they built a sandcastle. Another way for Jesse, Cassidy, and Alison to smile together.

"The moment we step outside, her people will see us on the cameras." Beverly moved to the desk, found paper and pen, and began sketching quickly. Her months of cleaning every corner of this mansion had taught her things the family didn't know she'd learned. The mansion's layout. The gardens. The old groundskeeper's cottage at the far edge of the property that hadn't been used in years. Here, she wrote beneath the sketch. Hidden from main house. No cameras. Could lock ourselves in until FBI arrives. "That cottage is falling apart," Diro said, studying the rough map. "No heat, barely standing—"

Swinging my head in either direction, I send my men to circle the house and take care of any others as I approach the nearly finished home in front of me. I shift back into my human form to comfortably fit inside the house and survey my surroundings as Eris calls out through our mind link, Got one, while Dolos bitches that he wanted him. The house is massive. Open concept like our townhouse, but it hasn't been painted yet. The drywall on the walls is still covered in spots from the builders using mud to cover the screws and divots. There is a pile of cabinets sitting in what I assume will be the kitchen, waiting to be installed. Just on the other side of the kitchen area is an empty chair ne

Emma’s pov The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over Michael’s luxurious apartment. I woke up alone, the previous night’s events still fresh in my mind. The tension from Michael’s urgent departure to help Jessica lingered, making me feel uneasy. The smell of toast and coffee wafted from the kitchen, drawing me out of bed. I walked into the kitchen, finding Michael preparing breakfast. His apartment was nothing short of a palace—high ceilings, elegant furniture, and a stunning view of the city skyline. Everything about it screamed luxury and opulence, a stark contrast to my more modest living conditions.

He sighed again and kissed me on the forehead. "I'll just leave you with Aiden," I was about to decline and finally leave our room. Now it was my turn to sigh. It's been a month, but our house with Arden still wasn't finished. So many problems. No matter how much we rushed, nothing worked! The house engineer even told us it might be done by summer. We're not building a mansion or anything. It's just an up and down house we're renovating, and yet it won't be finished until summer. Weird!

Asper Reign Dahlia’s Pov My neighbor’s house finished after fifteen days only. From the foundation, floor, and roof. It also has water and electricity service. The furniture and appliances also arrived earlier, the only ones missing were the people living there. And from my room, I can see that they have heavy security. A lot of guards were roaming around the property, there were CCTV cameras in every corner and the height of the wall around it was so tall that nobody would try to climb it.

Her lips parted slightly, and for the first time since Olivia arrived, she looked genuinely interested. She stepped closer and began circling the large dollhouse, gently tracing the tiny windows and the perfect little porch with the tip of her finger. Carefully, with Olivia’s help, she opened the dollhouse to reveal at least ten exquisitely-designed rooms, each complete with a beautiful set of furniture and a whole family of handmade dolls. The house itself was so large that the roof was nearly level with the top of Thea’s head, and the craftsmanship was incredible. It was like a little girl’s dream.