Letta Doll Novels & Stories

We are sweating even though the AC is on. He nuzzled on my shoulder and said seductively," My doll!! you are like a drug for me. what are you doing with me? huh!! I can't resist myself around you! You are making me lose my sanity!! Saying that he rested his one hand on my belly and I felt shivered. His every touch always makes my whole system filled with fear.

It's near Bethany's where Mom get her gown tailored. We are greeted by the store's assistant, "Hi guys... what brought you here early this morning?..." "Ah, we are here to get Doctor Leticia Lavander Hamilton's gown..." It's, Carline. "Ah?... Doctor Letty?... Kindly wait over that couch, ladies," The assistant pointed one couch on a corner, "I'll be back with your parcel in few minutes. Is it okay with you?..." "Yes, sure, Madame. No problem with us..." Astrielle speaks before I do, I just seconded,

and even if I didn’t use them, who am I to judge? Ava folds her hand across her chest while Connie sinks into her seat. They look like kids who have been chastised by their parent. “Anyway, my idea was to bring Harper into the fold,” Letty continues. “I thought I was already in the fold.” “You are,” she says, grabbing my hand. “But I want you deeper into it. I was thinking that if Ava and Connie agree, we can make you a partner.” “Of a sex-toy company?” “Yes. We are doing pretty well, and the turnover is good, so you don’t have to worry that you are getting involved in a sinking ship.”

"Good night, doll." The familiar nickname made her smile. "Good night, Leaf." This time, neither of them moved away. And as the silence settled around them once more, Sahara found herself hoping that maybe—just maybe—this was what peace felt like.

“What?” “We’re all like dolls to them — dolls. And every Client has their type. Those are fantasy dolls.” Larisa flapped her hand in the kissing girls' direction, dismissing them. “that is, every man’s fantasy — that is if he has no imagination.” “What about you?” Leda asked. “I’m a baby doll.” Larisa whirled the end of one of her blonde pigtails between her fingers. “For the Alpha that wants to be a Daddy.”

“Alexandre was telling me all about you. Your hair really is the color of spun gold, so very beautiful. I remember when I used to have a taste for that. And your eyes! Why, you’re prettier than I am. Ha-ha!” When Letti glided close enough for Tet to take her hand and place it on the raised armrest of his chair, Anzi felt a queasy churning rise inside her. The harem girl was hiding it well, but she knew her expressions well enough to know—Letti was terrified. The calm smile she wore was nothing but a front. Still, it remained steady as ever even when Tet reached up to dig his forefinger and thumb at various points around her face, even pulling the corners of her mouth back to inspect her teet

I had to share the immense joy I felt. “Let me in! I am personal friends with the Luna.” We paused and turned to the commotion. Lettie battled against two beta guards. She might be an omega but she was stronger than she looked because she battled them all the way inside. “It’s okay guys,” I said. “Hey, what’s up?” “Summer! I just heard the news. This is wonderful, congratulations on the baby! Do you know if it’s a girl or a boy yet? Anyway, I know where you can get amazing deals on baby clothes.”

Ah~! Lucy's torn-apart doll spirit possessed her on the grand stage. Lucy's dance was powerful, expansive, and beautiful. Her performance was a stark departure from the usual. Typically, a doll's aria would feature a doll costume. However, Lucy was different. She wore a bright red dress with four flowing layers. Half of her hair was neatly tied back with thin bangs. Rather than masking her sorrow with cuteness, Olympia wanted to show that even though Lucy was a doll, she could captivate everyone, especially Tiger Letto.

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.

Letta gazed at her reflection in the large mirror in front of her. She was wearing a white dress that clung to her body. Letta kept staring, wondering if the reflection in the mirror was really her or not. Her face was adorned with light makeup, yet she didn't even recognize her own face. Had it really been so long since she last dressed up? Letta tugged at the corner of her lip.