His Doll Novels & Stories

And then I found the word, bold and clear, right there in the title. Doll. I looked up at him. He was watching me, his expression unreadable, but there was something in his eyes that hadn’t been there before. Something that looked like satisfaction. “I want you to be my Doll,” he said. Mia made a sound behind me, a sharp intake of breath, but I didn’t turn around. I couldn’t. I was standing in my doorway, holding a contract that said I was his, and the man who’d been following me for two weeks was waiting for me to sign it.

Desire and fury collided in his chest, an unstable alchemy that made his beast form strain against the edges of itself, as though his own skin no longer quite fit. He turned back toward her. His little doll. The thought tasted wrong the moment it formed—doll suggested fragility, obedience, glass. She was none of those things. She was a knife that had forgotten it was meant to stay sheathed. She scrambled to her feet. Blood dripped from her palms. Her dress was torn. Her hair tangled. And yet she stood tall and proud. The forest clung to her—leaves in her hair, dirt on her knees, his blood on her hands—marking her as surely as any rune.

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." "What? You're kidding, right? Let toss this thing away before it really kills us." Andy's already ready to destroy the doll when he takes out his gun from his waist pocket. "Whoa whoa. Relax Andy. Don't tell me you also afraid of this doll?" she turns her head look at the man in front of her. Feeling caught on the spot by Hai Rin, he covered his fear instantly "Me? Of course not. I just hate this kind of doll."

That was her first heartbreak! Allyssa longingly stared at the undisturbed doll. Its face was handsome as ever, contoured from the physical attributes of her favorite movie artist. She wanted so much to hold it but she’s afraid she wouldn’t be able to let it go for the second time around. “When will we meet? You, my real, alive, and handsome mate! I’m fourteen already. It’s about time, right?”, she talked foolishly to her treasured dolly hoping to get an answerback.

Zerrin was such a child. I nudged Ashton with my elbow, “So what was all that with the picture? Do you really know what her last picture is? And how?” I whispered. “You’ll get a kick out of this,” he whispered back, “You know when Emre took off his clothes and did that dare?” I nodded.

"You're kidding me, aren't you? Am I perhaps still alive? You should be able to know if this is the afterlife, so what is this place?" She swallowed a lump in her throat. I pretended to look confused, as though I didn't understand anything she just said, and she ended up facepalming. "Are you sure you haven't lost it?" I asked, patted her finely-packed hair, and she sighed. "Never mind. Cinderella is just a doll that acted in a movie." "What's a doll?" "Quit questioning! A doll is you, and you're being a pain in my little butt," she scolded, aggressively chewing her popcorn.

However, judging from her big eyes, she used to be a beauty. The woman got long hair. It scattered all over the bed. Although the whole room couldn't be dirtier, on the contrast, the bedsheet looked particularly white. There was a doll on it. The doll had a beautiful gown on. I could tell that it should be the kind of high end doll. The woman patted the doll with one of her withered and skinny hands and put the index finger of her other hand beside her mouth, saying in a low voice, "Hush. Don't wake her up."

The girl looked at the boy. "My doll has broken." she replied after looking at him for a while. The boy noticed that a leg on the doll had broken. "You've another one." he pointed at the other doll on the bench. "But I like this one." she pouted. "What makes it special? Both are the same." he asked. "It's dress is blue, which is my favourite colour." she said, hugging the broken doll. "Oh, I see. It's a nice colour... May I have a look?"

Chapter 28: Happy Birthday Andrea WESTSIDE AVENUE, AMERICA Doll face got up from the bed and quickly slipped her clothes on. She was about to walk out when a masculine fibrous hand gripped her arm tightly ” Dolly, where are you going to? ” a husky voice sounded across the dimmed bedroom. Doll face chuckled and obtained herself from his grip ” oh sweetheart, I was just going to drink some wine and I didn't want to disturb you. you know it was so strenuous last night ” she said in a seductive voice.

“This one’s from you and Daddy Mercer?” Kade sits beside me on the couch, watching her. “Yeah, open it.” She rips the paper carefully, she's not like most kids who would destroy the wrapping paper in the process. When she finally pulls off the wrapping, she gasps, eyes going huge. A porcelain doll, dressed in an elegant Victorian gown, her face painted delicately, her curls perfect. Harlow stares at it, completely still, before looking up at us, her lip trembling slightly. “She’s so pretty,” she whispers.