Heathers Doll Novels & Stories

With that in mind, Heather turned around and dashed into a room. As soon as she walked into the room, she noticed Morticia following her. "Running away?" Morticia stared at Heather and said coldly, "Heather, I don't want to kill you. I just want my child back. Don't force my hand." Heather did not respond. She looked at Morticia and quickly twisted a wall mechanism. Suddenly, a sound of vibration was heard. A crack appeared on the wall behind her, and a secret passage led to the deep. At that time, Heather did not think too much and quickly entered the secret passage.

I was a Huxx myself. He tilted his head at me, running his tattooed hand through his hair before he raised an eyebrow, "oh, then what is your name, sweetheart?" "Doll." "Your real name." "That is my real name." "Your real name is Doll? I don't know what to tell you, sweetheart, but Doll isn't a name, a doll is a toy. Which is exactly what you are to them." My fingers tightened around the fork as my gaze sharpened on him, "sweetheart isn't my name," I told him in a stern yet meek voice. I could never raise my voice, "doll is my name."

It was beautiful in the same unfair way he was. Then I saw the little box on his bedside table. Inside was a narrow black leather collar. On the inner side of the clasp, a tiny N had been engraved. I turned to him. Damian stood by the door, ears red in a way that did not suit a future family boss at all. "It is not a demand," he said quickly. "It's because you said I had self-awareness." I tried not to laugh. "And?" He came to me and dropped to one knee.

The internet buzzed with outrage and intrigue. "Heather is Liesel's mother. Heather Mallone is the woman who first proposed the research into 3D holography at Draskia. She was the one who had her notebook sold for an insane price recently and had won design awards abroad. "The daughter of the Mallone family, raised as the heiress, could never be a weakling. I didn't believe for a second she was ever humiliated into suicide!"

“Treak or treat!” Heidi screamed as soon as the doors to the house opened. Two hours walking the neighborhood with her and she was still as energetic as when we started. Me on the other hand? I was soo close to spreading out on someone’s porch. “What a very cute dino!” The woman with grey streaks in her hair said, beaming down at Heidi in her inflatable T-rex costume. Her eyes lifted to my getup. “And you’re matching with mum!”

The thought of her mistreating my child loomed, potentially resulting in utter chaos. Heather grew quiet, engrossed in her quest to find America on the globe, allowing me to resume my tasks. "I want my Daddy for my birthday. I don't want a big Barbie dollhouse anymore. I just want my daddy, mommy..." Her birthday was fast approaching. In previous years, her requests had centered on toys, but now, her heart's desire was something different-her father. Heather settled onto the soft carpet, heaved a sigh, and tenderly embraced the pillow she clutched.

"She found this place, She remembered and she made it beautiful for you. For us." I watched as Heather turned her gaze to the sarcophagi. She took a deep breath and spoke, her voice clear and respectful. "Hello, Your Majesties. My name is Heather. Your son... your son misses you very much. It is an honour to be here, to see the love he has for you. I will do my best to take care of him, just as you surely would have." She reached out and gently touched a single red rose petal.

“So does our daughter.” I walked in and caught my breath. Heather was beautiful. Clad in a pretty knee-length pale-yellow gown that was frothy and feminine, she’d chosen a dress with a bodice that left her shoulders and arms bare. She had her hair swept up, showing off her neck. The earrings we gave her glittered in the light, and she wore the necklace as well. I gathered her hands in mine, kissing her cheek, a catch in my voice when I spoke. “So lovely, Heather. You look like your mom.”