Lady Tremaine Doll Novels & Stories

"Boss, when did you start liking these dolls? I'd recommend Yareli Flea Market. They're knockoffs, but at least they're cheap. "You wouldn't believe how much kids love these dolls nowadays. Some cost hundreds of thousands." Aria skimmed through the photos he provided. "Just look for the exact doll I sent you." She needed to ensure that the wooden doll wouldn't resurface. Moreover, she had to uncover who had brought the doll here. Although Aria didn't know much about Krowonian culture, she understood that only the original body wielded power. Landon had shattered the doll within the manifestation, a consequence of Aria's efforts to dismantle the dark illusion and disrupt the cyclical curse.

I try to take care of her at work and outside work, her husband does everything he can to keep her out of trouble. Norah pouts, and I pull her out of the kitchen until we're in a safe, quiet zone. She shows me a small vile wrapped in a silky napkin, watching with wide eyes to see my reaction. "What the hell is that?" I have to ask. She grins. "It's another poison to add to my collection. I finally got the belladonna extract," she explains. "Are you crazy?" I whisper-shout, looking around. "This is a restaurant! You have to stop bringing them here!"

She crashes through its door and falls to the hard ground in an embarrassing heap. " Aw! " Meilin groans in pain, silently moving her hands and foot to make sure that nothing was broken. She moves to get off the ground when she sees a pair of sandals before her. Slowly, with dread, she raises her eyes to encounter Master Chang's furious eyes. She gulps, her heart sinking to her stomach. Suddenly she feels the urge to wee. Master Chang looks like a cloudy sky about to pour as he stares down at his clumsy doll. All around him, dignitaries are arriving in their fancy and expensive carriages, with loads of servants trailing behind him, and his one doll is making him look like a fool before them.

Kinks: possession, doll fetish, rough sex Lila lay in her bed, the soft glow of her nightlight casting shadows across the room filled with her collection of dolls. At eighteen, she still clung to these childish comforts, especially on nights when her mind wandered to the forbidden stories she read in secret—tales of dark magic and hidden desires that made her cheeks flush. Her bedroom was a sanctuary of pastel walls and stuffed animals, but tonight, an unease prickled her skin. She shifted under the thin sheet, her soft pale body clad only in a loose tank top and panties, the summer heat making sleep elusive. Her wide eyes stared at the ceiling, curious thoughts swirling about the porcelain

Doll was losing his hold on trying to be clever as the truth of his situation set in. "Oh, no." Agent finished lubing the tool. "It's not. The edges have been filed to smooth rounds. I've heard it can be a fun sex toy if you like it a little rough. But we don't have time for that. Toms are arriving as we speak and you still have to be washed and dressed for the festivities." Agent went over to a kiln Doll hadn't noticed before. Opening the door he stuck the tool he had covered in dark goo into the blazing coals.

she said " what are you trying to do lite the candle" she asked " noo.... emmm what is this" I asked as I picked up a diamond like stone in her bag "oh! emmm... damon gave it to me.. or should I say he was going to give it to me, all i know is in whatsoever way or in anyway its mine now" clara said " it's ugly" I said " give it to me" she said dragging it from my hands.

Catching a glimpse of a doll, he walked down the aisle and picked it up. Raggedy Anne. He smiled to himself and showed it to Tres, who was looking at him as if he’d lost his marbles. “Dolls . . . really?” Tres asked, his voice seeping sarcasm. “Does this not look like Eliza?” James prompted. Tres shrugged his thin shoulders. “Sure, I guess.” James huffed. “Here,” he said, flicking the doll into the shopping basket.

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.”

Lily lifted the sunny doll hanging on the kitten's neck, unexpectedly this exquisite little pendant was made of yoga pants. "And these, Lucas, take them all with you, you can give them to your fans!" Lily opened a cloth ribbon and inside was a bag full of sunny dolls, each with a Luhearts logo branded on it: L. Lucas was so touched that he didn't know how to express it, and Bianca was also charmed by Lily's thoughtfulness and skill, she took one and said, "So cute, can I keep one?" "The one for you is right here!" Lily pointed, only to see that she had secretly hung a sunny doll outside Bianca's window, but this doll was three times bigger than the others, and it didn't have the L logo on it

Among the broken pieces and toppled figurines, two dolls stood upright, untouched, staring at me with their glassy, painted eyes. My breath hitched as I took a step closer, unable to tear my gaze away. It felt like my lungs had seized up, the room suddenly too small, too suffocating. I recognized them instantly. The first doll wore a bright red jacket, a tiny top hat perched at a jaunty angle on its head. In its small porcelain hand, it held a miniature whip—clearly a lion tamer. The second doll was equally striking, dressed in a striped leotard with exaggerated muscles stitched into its arms, like a cartoonish depiction of a circus strongwoman.