His Doll Novels & Stories

said Joshua to the sales lady. “Yes sir, I suggest you to pick this doll, a little girls would like to have this kind of doll, they make them pretty when they have this.” Suggested the sales lady to him. Joshua smile to her, “Can I checked around? I’ll buy when I’ll pick some pretty doll” replied Joshua to her. He went to the girls doll section and there’s a catching things that caught his attention. “Mon-mon?” Said Joshua to his self when he saw Mona Zamora doll version. Its looks like her perfectly. The Mona’s doll looks so alive.

But Shasha was still trying to speak, the movement of her lips seemed to say, "The doll ... The doll ... The doll can see ..." ***

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."

The doll was custom made and had a face that was exact replica of Mahira’s face. Mahira somehow managed to look at the doll’s face, to her horror it was indeed a replica of herself in a belly dance costume, only this costume was more skimpy, 'was this some kind of joke?, was this really Tazz’s idea or Sonia’s?,’ she was flabbergasted , the face of the doll was indeed that of hers, she just realised how this ugly guy had just squeezed the doll’s breast, it was equivalent to have done it to her. She thought she’d had enough. “Mr. Goldwyn, you may please carry on with your celebrations, I have another official assignment to deal with,” saying so she turned to leave

I try to ease myself for a conversation with her. “What?” She looks down at the doll in her arms. “Oh, isn’t she pretty? She’s my daughter. She’s as lovely as a doll, isn’t she?” She shows me her doll. I still don’t understand what’s happening. Why is she acting strange? “Oh, look! The pixies are here gathering around her. They know that she’s special.” “Pixies? Where are they?” I squint my eyes and stare hard at the doll. When I don’t see the mythical creatures, I start to look around.

He said and she nodded "Michael.. I will see you around" Desmond said loudly "Alright" Michael replied in his mind and faced the game he was playing "That silly boy" Desmond shook his head ★JK mall★ "Wow.. I love your dress" A girl said as Nirvana alighted the car "My dress?" She asked, confused "Yeah.. I love your gown.. where did you buy it from? She asked making Nirvana more confused "It's really beautiful" She added with a smile and left "Is she alright?"Nirvana asked as they walk into the mall

He feared there was a similar look in Hades's eyes as well. "I have no fear of monsters." Doll spoke in his most sultry voice, quelling his dear one's fear and enticing his Innehavre to action. "Give me all of you. I want it. I want your worst." And it was absolutely true. But then Doll was falling away, the sand taking him away. No, not the sand. The other thing. The nameless no-fur.

Stained with blood and dirt? I dropped to my knees as I stare in horror. I can see the reflection of the sun in the gem. I can see a picture moving. A girl was playing in the woods with a doll in her hand. They wore the same dress but this one is clean. The girl was happy and enjoying the day. There was a shadow walking towards her, carrying a big rock. The girl sat down in the leaves and without her realizing it, a guy dressed as a senior hit the rock on her head, and she dropped her head in the leaves. The senior ran away from the dead girl. A gem was left on the forehead of the doll. The girl's body is lifeless. The gem shone bright, the doll blinks its button eyes and stands up. It tur

The second photo is a portrait of an adult female doll, whose limbs have been hacked off in a pool of blood. But, wait a minute. Is this a picture of a doll? Or don't tell me....

Kinks: possession, doll fetish, rough sex Lila lay in her bed, the soft glow of her nightlight casting shadows across the room filled with her collection of dolls. At eighteen, she still clung to these childish comforts, especially on nights when her mind wandered to the forbidden stories she read in secret—tales of dark magic and hidden desires that made her cheeks flush. Her bedroom was a sanctuary of pastel walls and stuffed animals, but tonight, an unease prickled her skin. She shifted under the thin sheet, her soft pale body clad only in a loose tank top and panties, the summer heat making sleep elusive. Her wide eyes stared at the ceiling, curious thoughts swirling about the porcelain