His Doll 소설 & 이야기

“I like an Ace in my deck of cards. You are something special. I will keep you." “But you have to promise never to tell anyone what you know. Do we have a deal or not?" Seeing the excitement in its eyes, I was tempted to push my luck a little. “I will do it if you throw in a gadget," I said nervously. My fingers crossed. The doll's smile widened. It pulled out a heart shaped pink vile. “How about I give you a love portion?" it asked rhetorically. “With just one of these, you can turn three of your companions into your love slaves."

So much more important than thread and stuffing and glass eyes, wrapped in a half-torn dress. I still feel bad about that doll. The one I saved from a hooker name. A doll I carried around with me for years, and now remember only in flashes. Bare, bright impressions, like seeing something through burned retinas. Seared over everything in a glowing silhouette. The same as Loki. I barely met Loki, but when I remember him it’s with a sick stirring so deep and violent it’s like there’s a clawed hand rammed down my throat. Churning my guts around. Turning my insides into so much fine flesh confetti.

My eyes became narrow in that direction, my pupils got dialed after looking at what there was and I turned my gaze back again to the aunt. "Jane...Jane, there is a haunted doll in our house," she said in a shaking voice. The doll was in very bad condition. It was dark there because of which that doll was looking scarier, it was colored in red color, one eye was missing, one ear was missing and legs were torn. "Wait, why is this doll fat?" I narrowed my eyes when I saw it properly. "Aunt Jennifer, it is not a doll it is a teddy bear," I exclaimed to her.

And it looks like me. It has large eyes and pouty lips painted a soft pink. Her cheeks are plump, and her chin points down to shape the same heart. The doll looks like a perfect replica of me. Save for one thing. The doll's hair is red.

i told her while putting some sense in her She nodded her head. "Doll, there are some witches here. They may come to pick you. So, next time don't talk to someone whom you don't know. Okay" i said. "But daddy she was not a witch...she was an angel!!!! Looking like a fairy. So sweet and soft" she said innocently. World is too cruel doll. But you are too small to understand. And who is this angel. Doll is taking her name continuously. Whereas doll never mingle with any new person easily. Looks like she was like a witch who trapped my daughter in her fake sweetness. Huhh!!!

I felt like electricity was running through my fingertips every time I touched her skin. My fingers were trembling and my breath was shaking. Finally, I carefully tied the ribbon around her chest without touching her. I could no longer think of her as a normal doll, but as a beautiful, sexy female. It's offensive to accidentally touch the sensitive parts of a pretty, mature lady. Just as I was about to carry my doll to the doctor, she woke up with a moan. "My doll! How do you feel?" I asked her, worried, "Do you have a headache? Let's go to the doctor."

Step outside your tent whenever my Alphas are ready,’ Doll purred to us. Xander and I exchanged a look and bolted for the exit. We were both very eager to see our girl. The guys all chuckled because they knew that only Doll could make us so eager. We were not ashamed of that fact at all. Our jaws literally dropped when we looked at her. She was wearing tight black leather pants that fit her like a glove with golden gladiator sandals. Her tunic was red like ours but fitted to accentuate her delicious curves. The front dropped down into a V-neck which showed a modest hint of cleavage that begged for our attention. The intricate stitching was the same as ours. A braided golden belt accented tho

I know in time all this training would come in handy if any situation would arise and will find myself in between. He wasn’t here, of course. But words may travel much more quickly than any disease, and he’ll know about my fight. That I wasn’t just any porcelain doll used for display only. Fragile and precious that always needed protection. I am not just an ordinary pet doll. I position myself in the middle of the ring, squaring my stance. The bell tolled and I braced myself as my opponent delivers the first move. This doll will fight and will win no matter what.

I gave her the paper bag, and it has a barbie doll inside it. “Oh, thanks, Mommy!” she hugged and kissed me on the cheek. “Is your daddy playing or sleeping?” “I don’t know, but...” She bites her nails. “But what?” I asked. What does she want to tell me? Looks like she’s worried and scared. “He’s with a woman right now. They’re both inside the room and yeah, I don’t know who that woman is.” “Wait... what woman?” she shrugged and turned her gaze back to the doll I bought for her.

I opened the fridge to check out what was in but finally decided to make do with the orange juice and crackers I found inside. As I was about to sit down to eat, I thought I heard footsteps. I stood up to go check up on who it was. I saw it was my father's mistress, she looked startled to see me and quickly hid the handmade doll that had little pins all over it. What she is doing with a doll? Is she missing her childhood or something? I wondered. "What are you doing here?" she asked not able to hide the fact that she was stunned to see me at home at that time.