His Doll Novels & Stories

Andrei said, flashing her a warm smile as he started the car. "I just got a little distracted," she replied, returning his grin as she reached into the bag, pulled out one of the pristine boxes, and proudly showed it off. "Do you think the girls will like it?" Andrei's eyes lit up with a chuckle. "Only after they fight over it." "Please, you underestimate me," Holly teased, smoothly revealing the other doll in the second bag. "What kind of fairy godmother would I be if I only brought one gift?"

Janice chimed in with a chuckle. "He says he saw a 'sort of lady? What do you mean by that, anyway?” Armand asked him. Havi looked around. He hated being in such an annoying situation, but there was nothing he could do except convince his friends. "Really. I saw something down there. In the basement. This is… not a joke, guys.” "Woo. Just tell us that you're scared." Janice teases him. Havi let out a big sigh, then shouted, “Yeah, I'm scared! So what? I swear there's a strange creature resembling a lady with long black hair in the basement toilet! We're not safe here!”

How on earth does black has so many shades? I gulp nervously, squinting my eyes to look at them carefully, they all look same to me. My eyes move from the card to her, she's staring at me like a hawk, waiting for my suggestion. I quickly point at the third shade, she turns the card to look at herself. Her brows scrunch together. You're dead Daisy. "Good choice flower girl" she says in approval, I sigh in relief, she shifts to eat the nail techs brain. Best of luck to her!

A small doll in a yellow dress. Liam picked it up, turning the box over. “You like this one?” Lily nodded. “It looks like Mommy.” Aria blinked. “What?” Liam asked gently. “The hair,” Lily explained, pointing at the doll’s dark curls. “And the eyes.” Aria felt heat creep up her neck. Liam studied the doll again. Then he looked toward Aria. There was something quiet in his gaze. “You are right,” he said softly to Lily. “It does.”

I tried to console him, “Hey, hey. Calm down, okay? It’s alright. We can always go back to the temple and get you another one.” “No! The doll and I are connected! I can feel what happens to it!” “Connected?” I cleared my throat, “Just because you’re handsome doesn’t mean I’ll believe everything that comes out of your mouth, dude.” “No! You don’t get it! I can actually feel everything that’s done to the doll!” I smiled and calmed myself before replying, “I told you the doll was weird, didn’t I? So, what happened to it?” “I gave it away. I gave it to one of the more handsome ones when we were at the park yesterday.”

"Oh, shit, it's all over now. Dorothy didn't keep it with her tonight, and now, Laura's stolen it!" "There's no way Laura knows how to use it. An ordinary woman like her couldn't have figured it out." "Wait, she's pressing the button… She's forcibly waking up Dorothy!" "Oh, hell, no! Dorothy's physically in bed at her place. She'll be forced to resonate with the doll!" I ignored the comments and watched as the doll slowly opened her eyes. Her silicone eyes suddenly gleamed, the pupils focusing on me as fear flooded her gaze. "Who… Who are you?" the doll parted her lips and asked in a tiny voice.

"Was I supposed to get you something?" "Yes!" she exclaimed, scandalized. He laughed softly, setting her down and subtly gesturing behind his back. Right on cue, Michael stepped forward. "I don’t remember what it is," Alessandro continued, playing along. "Can you remind me?" "Sandro," Joelle groaned dramatically. "It’s a doll." "Which one exactly?" "A Barbie doll!" "Ah… this Barbie doll?" he asked, bringing it out from behind him. Her reaction was immediate. Her voice shot up an octave as she squealed, grabbing the doll and hugging it tightly to her chest like it was the most precious thing in the world.

Viola holds the doll out. “Hey, Mina. I got you a new doll. Isn’t she pretty? I had a dress just like this a few years ago. I think I still have it. If you like it I can give it to you and then you can match your doll. How fun is that?” Mina eyes her wearily, movements slowing. Viola takes this as permission to get closer. She sets the doll aside. As she reaches for Mina, the girl screams. Loud and blood curdling.

Goddess, this is probably stupid. I slowly open the lid and peek inside… That can’t be right. I open it further and look at the group confused. “A doll?” Cam asks, and my lips purse. “Not just a doll, a doll that looks like it’s centuries old.” I tell him. It’s made out of sticks and twigs and the fabric is worn and yellow. “That looks voodooy, close it and let's go.” Finn says quickly and as soon as his voice stops, a loud bang from down the tunnel booms from the direction we came.

We found her in the hallway near the stairs, and she stopped when she saw us, surprise flashing across her face for just a second before she smiled. "You're awake." I walked toward her, and her smile disappeared. "What did you put in our tea?" She went still. "I don't know what you're talking about." Teiran stepped up beside me. "Don't lie." "I didn't do anything." "You drugged us," I said. Her face changed only for a second, but I caught it. So did Teiran. "You're lying," I told her. She took a step back. "I was only trying to help."