Dolls Kill Blouse Novels & Stories

His scent was a strange comfort. She folded it carefully and put it back in its hiding place, then reached for the black dress Blair had insisted she buy. It was a sleeveless, thigh-length piece with a sweetheart neckline—elegant, striking, and just daring enough to make a statement.

“If I don’t expose every single one of your lies today, I’m not a Collins.” Lucy grabbed me by the hair again and dragged me along behind her. The back of my head scraped against the hallway wallpaper the entire way. When Grace pushed open the next door, her footsteps halted abruptly. Taking up an entire wall was a glass display cabinet, beautifully lit by warm LED strips. Neatly arranged across three tiers of shelves were my ball-jointed dolls. Every single one of them was dressed in high-end, hand-stitched clothing. Their hair was perfectly styled, and their eyes were made of various brilliant gemstones. They were exquisitely beautiful.

His doll. And now she’s missing. This was one of the reasons why he didn’t want her to leave the villa, but he couldn’t say no after the conversation they had this morning over the phone call. For the first time, he couldn’t say no after she threatened him to leave. Who could have believed that the great Nikolai Kusabolatov, one of the most fearsome mobs all over Russia, couldn’t say no to a woman? A petite, doll-looking innocent woman.

Her perfect flowing yellow dress had been shredded down the side. Blood spattered the hem. Sand clung to the fabric in ugly, gritty clumps. Caleb limped over, rubbing his arm. “Sheila, you were almost killed—” She rounded on him like he’d insulted her lineage. “I WAS ALMOST KILLED IN COUTURE!” “That’s not helping your argument,” I muttered. She jumped to her feet. “THIS WAS IMPORTED.” Blaze stared at her. “You almost died.” She stomped once like a furious child. “AND I WOULD HAVE DIED UGLY.”

Bella is still angry on Blaze for what he did to her that morning. "Crazy man. How dare he?" she muttered out loud. She had her breakfast too scared that Linda might tell Blaze if she didn't. She bathed and dressed in another gown which he choose for her again. This one is the dark blue one. The gown has full sleeves. The cloth of the sleeves is sheer see-through lace. Even though the sleeves are full, her arms are still visible through the cloth.

~Gerald~ “Don’t go near it! Something else might be in there. What if it blows up?” Rosemary shouted when I squatted near the box. I looked back at her as she pulled away fearfully. “It’s fine.” While Rosemary whimpered, I picked up one of the dolls. The head dropped almost immediately. It seemed its neck had been twisted. I picked up the male doll and saw it was in the same state as the female one. My eyes narrowed in on the text which was written in red paint.

And the blush that was barely receding was back again. "I'm not a pretty little flower, Roses are as pretty as they are dangerous." He scoffed, standing up and even from where he was standing, I could see that he'll tower over me. He straightened out his suit jacket. Eyes boring into mine. "The only dangerous roses are those with thorns Rose, and you my dear, you have no thorns. You're a pretty little flower, a harmless little flower." He walked towards me till he was standing right Infront of me, towering over me as expected, I craned my neck just too look at him. "I'll be taking my leave now pretty flower, say hi to Mr. Potter for me."

At night, in my apartment, I observe the wine-red dress I sketched during my visit to Maison Dumont, now hanging on the mannequin. Illusion neckline—toide microphones. A high waist—forccessing weapons. A secret pocket—foroisons. A mafiosa must always be prepared, wouldn't you agree? In the mirror, two Daryas stare back at me: On the left: Daughter of Faina Green, who knows 14 ways to kill with a hatpin.

Step outside your tent whenever my Alphas are ready,’ Doll purred to us. Xander and I exchanged a look and bolted for the exit. We were both very eager to see our girl. The guys all chuckled because they knew that only Doll could make us so eager. We were not ashamed of that fact at all. Our jaws literally dropped when we looked at her. She was wearing tight black leather pants that fit her like a glove with golden gladiator sandals. Her tunic was red like ours but fitted to accentuate her delicious curves. The front dropped down into a V-neck which showed a modest hint of cleavage that begged for our attention. The intricate stitching was the same as ours. A braided golden belt accented tho

But she went through Olive's things to find something suitable to wear. “How about this red dress?” Dolly asked as she straightened out a pretty, floral patterned red dress in front of her. It was a long dress, with a slit at the right. It had puffed shoulders and looked formal, yet informal. “I didn't know that was amongst my things,” Olive said as she stared at the dress.