His Doll Novels & Stories

We are sweating even though the AC is on. He nuzzled on my shoulder and said seductively," My doll!! you are like a drug for me. what are you doing with me? huh!! I can't resist myself around you! You are making me lose my sanity!! Saying that he rested his one hand on my belly and I felt shivered. His every touch always makes my whole system filled with fear.

Vyom’s POV . . . I couldn’t help myself from stealing a glance of my doll. She had worn all-black outfits. Her eyes were fierce like she was about to kill everyone, her long hair was hidden because of the bun. She was wearing dark makeup, which was tempting me. .

Breathing hard with tears in her eyes, hands shivering and choking she found her only mate fallen there. "MY DOLL!!" she screamed, ran to her, picking it from dirt and hugged her crying "Don't..... leave me please. Don't leave me alone here I am scared" she looked at her smiling and said "I'm sorry that I dropped you" But, her doll was still smiling sweetly even after being fallen in black mud. It still had it's smile which encouraged little girls to play and that what it's smile She rubbed her tears and looked up at the dustbin "maybe we can find food here?"

Her power was into cutting. "Why am I here?" Doll demanded an answer, trying to free herself out of the knuckles. "Were Lucas and Moon here, too?" The woman just laughed and walked towards her left side. Doll watched her as she caress her shoulder, to her chin, and finally squeezed her cheeks with grit. Then, she'd slapped her! Doll was shocked, as she couldn't react to what the girl did to her. She later watched the girl step up on the platform of the chair where she sat, and squatted directly over the top of her. What was she doing?

my doll said and went away. "Daksh see, your doll didn't trust you. She is a blo**y bi**h...." Before Aisha could say anything further, I slapped her hard with anger. "Don’t you dare to say anything about my doll" I roared at her. "How can you slap me for her? What does she have which I lack? I’m more beautiful than her" Aisha yelled at me.

Lizzette sat on the table near the head of number 1,468, the one she had been working on earlier, which she had chosen to name Hester Pineyfrock (her dress would be green, of course) Lizette’s rosy cheeks showed their approval of the fabric shade Serendipity had chosen, and for a few moments she was able to live vicariously through the dolls she was bringing to life. After a few minutes floating around in another dimension, one where dolls went to fancy parties, waltzed for hours with handsome young gentle-dolls, and ate dainty pastries, Serendipity felt eyes boring into the back of her head, and she wasn’t sure if it was one of her four-legged friends, or the letter itself, but she was no l

It had been a long time since they saw each other. They had a lot to catch up. They talked about everything that had happened in their lives. Chelsea noticed that she was crying and she asked her the reason for her to cry. She told her the whole story. Chelsea stood up quickly and went for a while. She came back with a parcel. She asked her to open it. It was a beautiful dress and shoes. There was also make up and beautiful earrings. She helped her to dress up and plaited her hair in a different style. She was strikingly gorgeous. The dress complemented her perfect figure. The shoes were beautifully matching with the dress. Chelsea also gave a beautiful necklace and a clutch bag. She was per

I am impressed. When we entered the booth, someone came to our table, to take our orders. I didn’t noticed until I hear the soothing and melodic voice. When I looked up from my phone towards the source, it was my curious doll. I keep looking at her, she became nervous and asked what we want. But my trance broke when one of the bastard asked about her name and she politely replied “calista” what a beautiful name for my curious doll. So the bastard can’t keep his eyes to himself huh, he asked the doll to be served in the menu. Wow, I will make him regret saying this to my doll.

A soft gentle smile on its face seemed to go perfectly with the fair skin. In its hair was a yellow ribbon that matched the lacy yellow dress that the doll wore. Even the little shoes were yellow. Interestingly enough, yellow had always been her favorite color for as long as she could remember. Still, she didn't remember the doll that she now held in her arms like a baby. A suggestion from Catie, actually. She sighed and looked up at Catie in frustration. "I don't know what to say. I don't feel anything and I don't remember this doll. I am sorry."

A cold chill tousled through the hairs on the back of my neck and filtered down my spine, prompting me to spin around and make it back towards the front of the door when my eyes were drawn into something I had not really noticed previously. A dazzling porcelain doll sat competently on a rocking chair, facing my direction. She initially appeared to be expensive and visually striking, as if she has a million bolts of charm and glamour lurking beneath her smile. Her ocean-blue eyes have depths of innocence in them, and it seemed as though an inevitable gravity was dragging me in to explore those vast sets of orbs.