Letta Doll Novels & Stories

, his father would say. Leo Peters was a tall, lanky redhaired. Leo was more like a sidekick to the group. He was always running errands for them, carrying out their little mischievous teenage orders and just in summary, he kisses their asses. Initially, he used to be an A list student until one day he came to school with his hair dyed black. Everybody was surprised and couldn't recognise him at first. That day, the teacher asked him a question and he flopped terribly, that added to their surprise because he never failed any question that was asked in class. From that time till their current grade, he became a C student. And the laughable thing was that he shared surnames with Jason. So when

“Stop.” “And then I started asking the right questions.” Elena’s eyes gleamed with cold satisfaction. “To the right people.” My pulse was thudding in my ears now. I took a step back. “Elena,” I said, and I hated the way my voice trembled. “Whatever game you’re playing—” “Oh, it’s not a game.” Her expression flattened into something far more dangerous than teasing. “I know, Louiza.” Know what? Could it be about the baby?

Letitia smiled, "I'm telling you, I'm me and he's him, so don't get any ideas about using me as a springboard. Just even look at the quality of your own products. Besides, if your raw materials were really so good that everyone praised them, then you wouldn't be rushing to sell them when you see me, would you?" She slapped Lurina lightly with a slap, "Don't bring everyone to us in future." Lurina was inexplicably chided by her, she felt wronged. Is it always like this when girls are pregnant? She couldn't help but think of the crazy behavior of her alpha-Arkell during this time. Ever since Lurina had drunkenly slept with Arkell in the same bed the night when Letitia got married, he had becam

It was a room built for someone who had the luxury of choosing identities according to mood. Letty finally set the comb down and adjusted the towel more securely over my chest before stepping back. From this close, I could study her better. She looked to be around her sixties, but age had not bent her posture nor slowed her movements. Fine wrinkles rested around her eyes and mouth, yet they did little to diminish the striking morena beauty that still lingered in her features. There was a steadiness in her, the kind that comes from years of discipline rather than years of comfort. “You should remain here until the Master returns,” she said.

"What's wrong dear? Why are you crying?" Asked Aerial worried coming to her. Loathefiya was looking at the pretty doll on her hands. It had golden hairs shining with the room's light along white silky threads. Wearing a dark blue dress with black crystal buttons, Red ribbon around her belt and pink bows all over her dress. A sky blue shoes with blue clips on it. Chubby pink cheeks with rosy lips, smile wide in the shop, this doll stares at all, inviting the kids to play with all.

“If I satisfy you tonight, Mr. Cole, every future contract goes to Patel Enterprises. That’s our agreement, right?” His eyes were locked on her bare chest, his breathing ragged like he’d just witnessed a wonder. “Yeah… that’s the deal.” Letty lifted her heavy breasts in her hands, squeezing them slowly and teasingly, her fingers brushing over her stiff, dark nipples. “Aren’t I just incredibly blessed with these?” He nodded, practically drooling. “You’re fucking blessed, alright.” Completely nude now, Letty stood confident, her body on shameless display as Cole closed the distance, his towel barely clinging to his hips.

When she came back out, she was holding a garment bag. Letty walked over to Anita and unzipped the bag and both ladies gushed over what they saw inside. Once letty had the bag removed there was a gorgeous chocolate colored sheath sequin dress that is ruched and covers one shoulder with a small sweep train. There was a note pinned to the shoulder of the dress that said, ‘To my treasure, The Lune with the eyes like pools of the finest chocolate. Love Kendall’ It was what he said to me our first night together and possibly one of the sweetest things for him to remind me of.

"Put it on, Camilla." Hearing that fake name out of his mouth always felt like a slap. It was a constant reminder that to the rest of the world, Elera didn't exist anymore. I was a ghost playing a part in a game I didn't understand. I took the dress into the adjoining bathroom, my hands trembling slightly as I slipped out of my oversized t-shirt and stepped into the expensive fabric. It fit perfectly, clinging to my curves and leaving my entire back exposed to the cool air. When I stepped back into the bedroom, Adrian was waiting. He held a small, black leather strap in his hand. Before I could ask what it was, he dropped to one knee in front of me.

Her smile turned into joyful laughter, and Lena looked at Ava, curious about what had made her laugh so suddenly. "You look like Mathilda, Tante Lena," Dot whispered, before giggling again. Lena looked down at the doll, and slightly laughed to herself. The doll had brown hair and blue eyes, and wore a pale blue dress in almost the same shade as Lena's for the day. "I also agree that Tante Lena looks like a doll," Renz chimed. Lena felt her heart race again at the sound of his voice, and she walked over to him as gracefully as she could, taking the seat to his right.

She stares wide-eyed at the Queen who just emerged from the inner chamber. Yuelan’s notes the guilty look on her servant’s face and decides to mess with her. She heard what the servant said about the doll. Not necessarily true. The doll is just someone she is using to distract herself from her horrid marriage, but she can’t have her personal servant spewing nonsenses. The girl needs to learn to keep her mouth shut. “Who am I obsessed with?” She questions in a calm tone like she is having a conversation about the weather with servant. While she waits for the servant to answer her question, she strides to set table and takes a sit. Suddenly she feels very farmish.