Dolls Stories Novels & Stories

Not hers. My hands started shaking. 'Are they selling off coma patients' bodies?' All those stories from school came flooding back. My skin crawled. I fought the nausea and fear, forced myself to finish cleaning her up. I was about to leave when I saw it—the music box on her nightstand. Ms. Deinert had told me not to mess with it. But my hand moved anyway. I popped it open. No music. Just velvet at the bottom. Then I saw it—tiny crumbs near the edge. Crackers, maybe?

He is a complete lunatic. The whole night he raped me and fulfilled his thirst for sex which was he hoarding for two weeks. After raping me he again kicked me out from his bed. This is now my destiny. A fuckable used sex doll whom he can use whenever and can throw wherever he wants!! The Next Day Author's p.o.v "What? How it can possible? Bhabani asked Agnish with too much surprise. Bhabani and Agnish is now in a park. They are discussing about Anamika and her children.

“Oh, Mr. Luciano doesn’t want to let loose for our doll. He bids thirty million dollars. Does anyone want to get higher than thirty?” I now had a hard time following the dialogues, and the numbers kept on getting higher and higher, and it’s making me dizzy. “Counting once…” “… going twice…” “…thri– Oh, we have a new bidder for this doll. Mr. Bronislav bids Fifty Million Dollars.” “Wow, just wow.” I felt like I wasn’t a human. I felt like a piece of trash that had been found in the dumpster, which they cleaned and put in a box where stupid people collected them.

I switch off the lights for extra measure. “So this happened when my mom was 17 years old. One day, she and four of her friends were having a sleepover when they decided to tell ghost stories. So, my mom was narrating a story about a doll that is a medium for dead spirits. People would often call their dead relatives and talk to them. And if you want to call the doll, you have to hold hands and chant, ‘Suzie, please come,’ three times. People named the doll Suzie,” I speed dial, Reed.

" Now, close your eyes and listen as your Superman read an amazing story to you " Without thinking twice, the little girl placed her head on Denzel's chest, close her eyes, and circled her hands around his stomach. Denzel grabbed his phone and searched for a bedtime story online. He became confused scrolling up multiple stories and didn't know which one to choose. " Daddy " " Yes, Ava " " What is the name of the story you want to tell me? " The cold man finally made a decision. " It's called 'THE UGLY DUCKLING' "

Mary held her hands and asked Helma if it was because of Clara she has made this decision, but Helma nodded no. Helma took another sip of her juice and opened up to Mary. She told Mary about yesterday's event, how she met Kelvin and how Donald interfered and has refused to say anything to her since yesterday. Mary smiled softly and held her hands. "Can you tell you a story?" Mary asked Helma who nodded. "There were two friends who were so fond of each other, one day they got a doll. It was the latest edition and they both got the one each. One day, one of them choosed to leave her doll outside without caring for it because she saw a new edition on a billboard.

“It’s funny, all of my dollies had their heads shaved and wore overalls I had my mom make on her sewing machine for me.” “I’m not surprised. I bet Sienna’s dolls went to a makeshift library.” “That had a stripper pole,” Dimi giggled. “She does love to dance.” “What are we talking about,” Darya sauntered in and fell onto the bed. “How bad was the call?” “Mom reminded me about how as a child I wanted a bunch of kids and so Dimi and I were talking about how we lived vicariously through our dolls as little girls.”

she invited, pulling on my hand for me to follow her. Before I could react, she grabbed my hand and dragged me toward her bedroom. I barely had time to take in the surroundings before I was introduced—one by one—to what had to be an army of dolls. Each had a name, a backstory, and a personality. I faked enthusiasm, nodding and making the appropriate "oohs" and "ahhs" as she went through each one like an auctioneer. "Do you like them?" she asked, her big eyes watching me expectantly.

Goodnight for now and I hope you’ll come back to read the next stories even if it’s still about dolls. Fare thee well…

“Now what are we to do with her?” “Anything, my dear Clara.” replied Narissa. “Anything at all. We can bring different men to fuck her everyday until her pussy shies away from cocks.” “Good idea.” “I know, right, Loretta?” “Or we could turn your into our very own Onlyfans star. Make money from videos and pictures we sell of you.” “N-no, please.” “What do you say, Renee?” Narissa asked the woman who had been sitting on the bed the whole while. “What makes her so special that our husbands want to die because of her?”