His Doll Novels & Stories

The white glow reflected off her rosy, luminous little face—so soothing and adorable. He reached out and ruffled Dolly’s downy hair. “My little princess, buying another necklace for your dolls again?” Dolly didn’t even lift her head. “Of course not. My dolls don’t need necklaces. Every single one of them already has ten. I’m buying one for…” She suddenly stopped mid-sentence. She had bought ten necklaces for each of her dolls, but she had never bought one for her mom. Dolly looked up at Donald with her big round eyes. “Daddy, do you remember Mommy’s birthday?”

She stares wide-eyed at the Queen who just emerged from the inner chamber. Yuelan’s notes the guilty look on her servant’s face and decides to mess with her. She heard what the servant said about the doll. Not necessarily true. The doll is just someone she is using to distract herself from her horrid marriage, but she can’t have her personal servant spewing nonsenses. The girl needs to learn to keep her mouth shut. “Who am I obsessed with?” She questions in a calm tone like she is having a conversation about the weather with servant. While she waits for the servant to answer her question, she strides to set table and takes a sit. Suddenly she feels very farmish.

“Really? I can actually have one?” She lets out a long suffering sigh, still not raising her head. “I can still change my mind.” “Thank you,” I rush to say, jolting to my feet. I hurry to the glass display, carefully opening it to pick out a chaotic combination of yellow, orange, blue, and red. I smile, petting the yarn head. The doll is objectively hideous, but I know how much Diana cherishes them so to me, it’s a rare gem. I walk back to the bed, lowering myself onto the edge when I feel the weight of Diana’s gaze finally land on me.

Crackers, maybe? Heart pounding, I peeled the velvet back. Underneath: a few chunks of hardtack and half a protein bar. I froze. Stared at the girl on the bed, still playing dead. She was faking. But why? What was she trying to pull? Did Ms. Deinert know? I looked at her perfect, peaceful face—and felt pure horror. She wasn't some helpless victim. She was a monster.

At the very center of the table sat an Evil Doll. The doll was only about half a foot tall, dressed in a kimono. The silk fabric shimmered with an eerie luster in the dimness, embroidered with intricate golden vine patterns. Some of the gold threads had already worn out, revealing the dark base beneath, resembling dried bloodstains.

I whisper, getting the doll closer to his. "Gasp!" Hades says out loud, and I giggle out loud again, I never had anyone to play with me before, I only had Hore, and she doesn't like playing with me much. "Yes, I know how to get rid of the body," I whisper again. "How do we do it?" Hades asked me, and I started to walk my two dolls up toward the dream house roof. "Where are you going girls," Ken doll says following us up the roof, I place the Barbie doll on the roof and then use the Britney doll to push her off the roof, giggling.

"I don’t know why you keep doing that though. Your tits look fantastic in that dress!" My face is practically on fire now as I try to recover from her words. Who even talks like this?? So crude and yet so sultry... like silk. This woman feels like getting hit by a very glamorous tornado... It's dizzying! "I'm Rhyssa, by the way," she says brightly and I scoff internally... Of course her name is something like Rhyssa... A woman dressed entirely in red with cheekbones sharp enough to kill a man could never possibly be named something normal like Jane...

This one sort of looked like Winnie the Pooh; the only difference was the absence of the red shirt. She stretched her hand and picked a cute doggy doll, smiling as she assessed it from corner to corner. It was brown with big fluffy ears, even though it kind of looked like a bunny instead. She shoved it right into my hand, pulling me away to the next aisle. “Does she love flowers?” I asked. “I got her roses one time. She loves those.” It was cute knowing that she volunteered to come help pick out a small gift for Dyl. Dyl had told me about how they reconciled, although Kim hasn't told me about it yet.

"Good night, doll." The familiar nickname made her smile. "Good night, Leaf." This time, neither of them moved away. And as the silence settled around them once more, Sahara found herself hoping that maybe—just maybe—this was what peace felt like.

“We will avenge you, Julian! Chloe, you’ve destroyed his life and honor!” Percy snarled, “We took in an orphan like you, and this is how you repay us?” The Tribunal was turning into a chorus of howls, fury vibrating the walls. “Order!” The judge’s gavel cracked against the bench. I spoke evenly. “Your Honor, please play the second folder.” The footage showed the Plush Wolf Doll strolling casually out of the bedroom, opening the refrigerator, and drinking from a bottle. The entire room froze. “That… is it possessed?”