Giggle Doll Novels & Stories

he assured her. “Splendid!” she exclaimed, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. “Now, why don’t you magic us over to the site of my new toy shop as I have a lot of dolls to make and not a lot of time in which to make them.” “Why, yes, of course,” he said, and still holding her hand in his, he added, “right this way, my darling doll maker,” and with a spray of mist and a twist of glitter, they were gone, reappearing just down the road from the square in the middle of Serendipity’s very own doll making operation, with all of the familiar, unfinished friendly faces surrounding her amidst the perfectly positioned paints and paintbrushes, including Lizette Sassafras and Hester Pineyfrock, whom Seren

I never find any occasion to wear it. I got down from my bed and took the gown from her hand and went to washroom for changing. I changed my dress and wore the gown. It has a small V cut neckline with half sleeves. The gown is really beautiful. I came out from washroom and seeing me Ruhi's mouth is now wide opened. She clapped her hands a few times and said," oh my God di!! You are looking like a Barbie Doll! I just rolled my eyes and said sarcastically, " stop pampering me. Just tell me I am looking ok or not"

And since it was, how we played made all the difference. I felt something brush up against my leg the moment Kizzy built up the courage to speak. It was one of the dolls - the eyeless, mouthless dolls that only had symbols on their clothed stomachs. The one doll touching my ankle had a pentagram on their belly, drawn in red. Aside from yarned hair on their head, everything else was bare. If they had stories to tell, they wouldn't be able to tell them.

The doll cackled fiendishly, it's cackling was so loud that my windows began to vibrate. “JESUS CHRIST!” I blurted and quickly reached for the remote; turned down the volume and covered my eyes with my fingers. Through the tiny slits in my fingers, I peeked as the doll pounced on the girls face. A grotesque, cheshire smirk upon it's pale-white face. It's rows of terribly stained teeth flashed like daggers under a full moon. As the doll tried to plunge it's spiky teeth into the girls flawless face, the brightness from the television disappeared and the house plunged into total darkness.

“I like an Ace in my deck of cards. You are something special. I will keep you." “But you have to promise never to tell anyone what you know. Do we have a deal or not?" Seeing the excitement in its eyes, I was tempted to push my luck a little. “I will do it if you throw in a gadget," I said nervously. My fingers crossed. The doll's smile widened. It pulled out a heart shaped pink vile. “How about I give you a love portion?" it asked rhetorically. “With just one of these, you can turn three of your companions into your love slaves."

I stole my childhood friend’s doll. Then, he called to complain. I listened to him wail as the doll sat in my hand, its texture somehow akin to that of human skin. Under its skirt was something remarkably female. This left me confused. ‘Is this doll female or male?’ Then, more importantly… ‘Did it come with both organs? Or is this modified?’ He sounded hysterical over the line. Surprised by this, I accidentally squished the doll’s limbs a little.

I scream hysterically when I see her face. I drop down and hit the floor. My breath is panting. Then, I realize it’s a doll with blood and wounds painted on its face. I swear it looks very creepy. Its eyes are all black. Who wants a doll like this? I think to myself. I try to calm my heart by adjusting my breath. Suddenly, a sound of a girl giggling is echoing from the corridor. I freeze and turn my head at the door. I breathe in relief when I see nobody is standing there.

the more I apologise, the angrier she gets, what does she want from me? I look away from her and I see the young boy standing beside her, sharing similar features with her and even he doesn't look happy. Then it hit me, she was complaining about the malfunctioning of the toy before I wandered into my thoughts. Yes, this doll is malfunctioning! She specifically told me that her son couldn't get the doll to talk. Not judging, but aren't girly dolls, girls toy? “I’m sorry that the doll malfunction, take this slip and show it to the security over at the toy section and you can get another at the counter for your son.”

Her fingers twisted nervously in the fabric of her dress as she avoided his gaze, unable to shake the warmth spreading across her cheeks. He watched her closely, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. The way her cheeks flushed under his scrutiny only fueled his amusement, and he found himself captivated by the delicate dance of emotions playing across her features. He leaned in slightly, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he savoured her flustered reaction. “That’s the second time you’re using the same words, baby doll, we both know what happened last time.” His tongue lept against the rim of her ear as she flinched. His hand between her legs tapped her pussy.