Letta Doll Novels & Stories

The girls cheered when I stepped inside and dropped my coat, revealing the full slutty look. “Finally! Our little virgin slut made it,” Sasha laughed. We started with truth or dare, wine flowing fast. It turned filthy within minutes. Cici got dared first. She picked up a thick, realistic ten-inch rubber dildo, lubed it generously, and straddled it right in the center of the circle. I held the camera on my phone, recording every second as she sank down onto it with a loud moan. “Oh my god… it’s so deep,” she gasped, the bulge visible in her lower belly when she took it all. She rode it hard, hips rolling, breasts bouncing freely.

He used cotton as a stuffing, but he missed an important detail necessary to perfection: the hair. Letharia finally rose and seized a dagger from the table, cutting her hair shorter than it was. "Here", she spoke while giving the hair to Aven. Aven gave her a look of shock “Thank you”, he looked down at the doll and then at the hair in his hands. He finally looked back at Letharia "I am pleased that the doll will be as beautiful as you look now." Letharia sighed, her shoulder length hair became neck length. "I like to see you helping people, it's a new and weird feeling," Letharia turned around as she stood naked.

Letty the opportunity to say a thing. Bella You are doing great, but we have less than five minutes before they know we are there. So if you are going to do something about her, I suggest you do it fast. Nana informed her. Gradually, she kept talking, making her way to Mrs. Letty. It was only then that Mrs. Letty realized something was wrong. Before Bella could hit her, she rolled her seat backward, thereby avoiding Bella's punch. Mrs. Letty tried to set the alarm to alert everyone, but too late, the other girl was already in and pulled the wire out before they could shoot. Letty grabbed her by the neck and hit her head so hard on the deck beside them. Bella was about to attack her, but she

I said smoothly. “For what?” she asked, confused. “For helping me understand,” I said. She smiled, thinking she’d done something important. She hadn’t. But she’d given me exactly what I needed. And now? Now the game could begin. Letta finally passed out on the couch. It took three drinks, two tantrums, and one dramatic monologue about how “no one understands her,” but she eventually went quiet. Thank God. I stood over her for a moment, watching her breathe unevenly, mascara smudged under her eyes. She looked nothing like the girl her parents raised. Nothing like the girl Roc keeps trying to protect.

Bella’s POV I wake up in a dark room, the warm glow of the sun peeking in from behind the thick curtains. I sit up as memories from the night before attack me and push the sheets away to inspect my body. There’s a bandage around my leg, covering a wound on my right shin, and a few bandaids here and there. There’s also a wet towel on the night stand beside me, resting in an empty bowl. The door opens and a man walks in. I panic and pull the sheets over myself to cover my exposed legs since I am now only wearing underwear and an oversized T-shirt.

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.”

Step outside your tent whenever my Alphas are ready,’ Doll purred to us. Xander and I exchanged a look and bolted for the exit. We were both very eager to see our girl. The guys all chuckled because they knew that only Doll could make us so eager. We were not ashamed of that fact at all. Our jaws literally dropped when we looked at her. She was wearing tight black leather pants that fit her like a glove with golden gladiator sandals. Her tunic was red like ours but fitted to accentuate her delicious curves. The front dropped down into a V-neck which showed a modest hint of cleavage that begged for our attention. The intricate stitching was the same as ours. A braided golden belt accented tho