Giggle Doll Novels & Stories

Chapter 21 – Talia’s POV “Why are there penises sitting on a shelf, Cassie? Who did you cut them off from?” My eyes were wide with horror as I whipped around to face her. Cassie burst into loud, unrestrained laughter, like I’d just asked the funniest question in the world. “They’re called dildos, Talia,” she said, dragging me further into the room without a care for my expression. “They’re made from silicone. Not Werewolf's”

he replied, before watching the two adorable teens saunter out. ..... Lilly went birthday shopping in Rockwell. They had already bought Eve an iPad they had planned to give her in the morning, but had forgotten with the craziness that went on that morning. But Lilly decided a few toys and some new lingerie would also be good additions for her. She returned with a variety of toys including a vibrator as a present, a wall suction cup dildo, which she thought was cool, a double ended dildo for the two of them one day, a new strap-on that vibrated to add to her growing collection of them, some anal lube for the inevitable end goal of her husband and a magic wand, which the sales lady said was he

He'd given her a necklace that cost a few hundred dollars, money he'd saved for a long time. She'd held that simple piece of jewelry and cried like a fool who'd never seen anything so beautiful. He had been so proud then, thinking he was the prince saving Cinderella. A joke. It was all a fucking joke. She was the Thorne Principessa. She'd probably seen more diamonds than he'd seen rocks. Rocco remembered the tattoo, a tangle of black thorns and a blood-red rose between her shoulder blades, wild and dangerous. He used to kiss it every time they made love.

He did save her from her father but instead took his place in her life to fulfill his needs and desires. "I don't hit as hard as he does right doll?" He asks smirking. "No you don't." She replies trying to smile at him. He doesn’t hurt her that often but his words kill her a thousand times. They make her feel so little; they make her feel like she is a no body. "Daddy only hurts you when you act naughty right doll? When you don't follow his rules." He whispers caressing her cheeks softly. "Yes." She breathes out closing her eyes. A knot starts building up in the pit of her stomach, it feels good to have his touch after such a long time; well not a long time, but it sure does feel like a long

She hadn't noticed how its stare seemed to follow her. A sudden flicker caught her attention. The doll's eyes glowed a deep, unnatural red, like embers in the dark. Lila's heart skipped, sitting up slowly. 'What the...?' she whispered to herself, rubbing her eyes. But the glow intensified, and the doll's tiny head tilted, as if alive. Impossible. Dolls didn't move. Yet, there it was, sliding off the dresser with a soft clatter, its porcelain limbs unfolding stiffly. Lila froze, her breath catching in her throat. Fear gripped her, but beneath it, a spark of that forbidden curiosity ignited—stories come to life, just like in her books.

The child she named Grace. I hate the fucking thing, and I wish I’d never thought of the idea. It’s one of those things that has creepy eyes and always seems to be staring at you. It wets and cries, makes noises when it’s being fed, and even coos. I think the humans call them RealCare baby or a baby simulator, some shit like that. Absolutely ridiculous! However, it makes Lilly happy, and while she’s happy, she’s not fighting me. I can’t keep the lie going forever that the doll is our baby. But maybe I’ll steal an actual child in a few months and replace Grace. Lilly will never leave me then, and if anyone finds us, they’ll believe we had the child together.

My husband, Calvin Ziegler, had recently acquired an odd fetish. Three months ago, he brought home a silicone doll. It was a life-sized thing with chestnut-colored curls, full pink lips, and a face that could have belonged to a femme fatale. He told me the doll was a prize from a company team-building raffle. Supposedly, it was made for stress relief. "It's all the rage these days for those who are overwhelmed by stress," he said. "You hug it while sleeping for decompression."

It was all the child needed. "See? Told you giggling can be done by everyone, even boys." I smiled as she stopped giggling with a wider smile on her face. She happily looked at her father with big, expectant eyes. I signaled the man to giggle, which he covered his mouth and did. Lizzie, the girl, gasped with eyes widened with surprise. Most things are new and fascinating to her.

I leaned in closer. “See, Vivienne… I might look like a doll. I might act like a doll sometimes, smile when they tell me to smile, bleed when they tell me to bleed, stay quiet when they tell me to stay quiet. But dolls don’t stay porcelain forever. Dolls crack. And when they crack, they cut. I'm a doll but sometimes I can be Barbie or Annabel.” I smiled wider, slow, sharp, and bloody.

She brings the box to her room and opens it. Andy, on the other hand, knitting his eyebrow when seeing Hai Rin's evil grin. After she opens the box. She takes out a toddler size doll with a scary face. Andy Lu almost jumps after seeing the doll. "Holy shit... Rin, where did you get this thing?" Andy asks her curiously. "Heh, scary isn't it?" she said with an evil grin on her face before she continues again "I bought it from an online website. I think this doll is genuine."