Lady Tremaine Doll Novels & Stories

“I sell them to collectors or to people who want to have a physical representation of their darling children to remember them by as they grow up.” I was actually quite impressed. The doll was flawless, although quite creepy since it was like looking down on the child-version of me. Ally Clark had plaited the doll’s chestnut hair into pigtails which hung down to her waist on either side of her dainty face. Her eyes were identical to mine – the pale shade of blue which looked even more ethereal in the face of the doll. The only thing that was out of place was the sailor’s uniform in which the doll had been dressed. I would never have worn that outfit. “This is amazing.” I said, handing the dol

"I just happened to have so many of these. Pick whichever one you like—just consider it a present commemorating our meeting." Amelia's eyes widened from sheer temptation. "Wow! Really?!" She had forgotten Evelyn's warning right then—Melody had already given her good food and such wonderful toys! How was she a demoness? In the end, children would be children. Curry their favor, and they would jump ship without hesitation. Still, despite her considerable liking for every LinaBell doll in the box, she was disciplined enough to pick just one. This particular one had on a Louvotton dress from their spring fashion line, which was worth five figures.

She needed to be prepared for it. “ Angel. It's your turn. ” The shrilly female voice made her whip her head around. Her heart was beating in her throat. Curling her hands into fists, she nodded curtly and turned around to look at her reflection in the mirror. She was wearing a skimpy short black dress that barely reached her thighs, her breasts were highlighted as half of them were spilling out. The black shiny color of the outfit made her milky white skin stand out.

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.

The break was brief—just long enough for cool champagne to be pressed to Lila’s lips and for gentle fingers to wipe the sweat from her brow. Victor and Jade moved around her like they’d choreographed this a hundred times, murmuring praise that made her float even as her body still trembled from the last orgasm. “Look at her,” Jade said softly, tracing a fingertip through the mess Victor had left across Lila’s back. “Absolutely perfect.” Victor returned from the toy table with a sleek black plug—medium sized, tapered, with a gleaming emerald jewel at the base that matched Jade’s gown. He held it up so Lila could see.

Walking past the Oceanic Treasures Set, she exclaimed, "Oh, I want this for my daughter!" "I want two sets with the earrings, necklace, and bracelet!" the lady requested. Standing before the Art Deco Glamour theme, she said, "Oh, this is nice. I love the big pendant—oh, you changed the pearls into beads of gold! Great idea! I want that one, this one in twenty-four inches." The lady bought so much that Riley thought she would buy the whole store! Unfortunately, she didn't, but she bought more than enough to keep Riley's smile plastered for a month!

Hearing Wanda’s confession, the soul in the lantern started to talk. “What do you want from me?” Smiling, Wanda let the insanity gleam in her eyes. “Oh, I want many things. Your body is a very good fertiliser for my flowers and trees. It’s the best we’ve seen in a century, so I’m afraid I can’t give that back. However, I have something even better for you. I have a doll that you might have heard about when you signed up for the NNN Challenge. That new android love doll is a modern voodoo doll meant to stimulate sexual arousal in our tentacle workers for better work efficiency. However, I want to make one without any curses for you.”

Chapter 77 – Lance “Your dolls are so pretty.” I voiced out as I sat right in front of Marjorie. She has this small table appropriate for her height and it was displayed with lots of toys. “Who’s the prettiest?” I asked wanting to start a casual conversation with her. “They’re all pretty just like me.” She replied as she handed me this one doll wearing a blue and red gown with glitters on it. “Sure, they’re all pretty. Does your dolls have names?”

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”