Living Doll Novels & Stories

I ordered. “Yes, Mr De Rossi.” She replied. But it didn't sound like Alexa but sounded like Maria. And so It was, Maria, the little doll.

“No. More than studying. Rebuilding. Echo Florence was a mimic lab. Not content with clones—they wanted reconstructions. Perfect ones. Down to memory, down to cadence, down to the way you breathe between words.” Colton’s jaw worked, the muscle there rigid. “This isn’t surveillance. It’s a breeding program.” In the room’s center, atop a pedestal, sat a glass case. Inside, resting on white silk like a relic, was a porcelain doll. Savannah’s breath caught. The doll’s face was hers—hers as a six-year-old. Delicate brushstrokes captured the faint arch of her brows, the exact shade of her eyes, even the tiny scar above her left temple from the summer she fell from the tree swing. The dress was han

He didn't hesitate for even a second when he sliced his fingers, letting the fresh blood drip onto the wooden doll's lips as the finishing touch. He smiled as he slid his bloodied fingertip across the doll's face, his eyes shining with satisfaction and obsession. "My Lena is so pretty. It's a shame that you're not her, no matter how much you resemble her." My body trembled as I traced his line of sight, feeling the blood in my veins turn to ice. The wooden dolls that filled every nook and cranny in the villa looked exactly like me. They were extremely lifelike, showing how obsessed the sculptor had been—how much care he had placed into creating them.

“That’s enough toe sucking. Now, it’s time to see exactly how bad your mouth is.” Tom keeps still. I unveil Cece from the gold dresser on the other edge of the bed. Cece is a black strap on with a creamy looking dick. She’s one of the most impressive dildos that I own and now, I’m going to make sure Tom never forgets her. “Say hello to Cece Tom.” I strap her right into place. Tom stares at the dildo calculatively, most likely wondering how I’m going to fuck his ass with such a contraption.

Instead, the pale outer layer split wide open, revealing weighted ballistic resin and synthetic wax underneath. They aren't human corpses. They are masterfully crafted, meticulously weighted decoy dolls designed to mimic the exact distribution of children's bodies in the dark. Her children were never at the mill when the slaughter happened. They were never slaughtered.They were alive. Gasping for air, my world completely spinning, I fled the morgue facility. The cold air of the vault faded as I raced back through the hidden corridors to the Kitonio mansion, my vision blurring with a mixture of blinding fury and absolute, desperate hope.

Nick looked on in disbelief. In front of him, piles of dolls filled almost half the lobby—of various sizes, colors, and shapes. Some were as tall as Luna's waist, while others were small and hung in transparent bags. Added to that was a plastic bag full of equally numerous room accessories, a rabbit-shaped night light, character pillows, and pastel-patterned blankets. Nick sighed deeply, his chest rising and down slowly. “She's really like a little kid!” He thought.

So much more important than thread and stuffing and glass eyes, wrapped in a half-torn dress. I still feel bad about that doll. The one I saved from a hooker name. A doll I carried around with me for years, and now remember only in flashes. Bare, bright impressions, like seeing something through burned retinas. Seared over everything in a glowing silhouette. The same as Loki. I barely met Loki, but when I remember him it’s with a sick stirring so deep and violent it’s like there’s a clawed hand rammed down my throat. Churning my guts around. Turning my insides into so much fine flesh confetti.

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.

I think we all need some water to drink and because this place isn't so familiar with us, there is no way we can find a lake easily. "It's open." Diane said then slowly pushed the door, she looked around first before going in. We both followed her until we entered the house. The first thing that caught my attention was the decorations around this house. There are some small dolls in every corner of this house, and they aren't just a typical doll a kid will play with. These dolls look like they are real, like they are alive. "This is a creepy one." Diane blurted out after seeing what's around her, she was currently looking at the jars where different kinds of species were. I don't know those

I just stared at him. "How did she die?" No answer. "What happened to her?" Nothing. "Am I just a replacement for Camilla?" He didn't speak, He didn't move, He just stared out the window like I wasn't there. I turned away. I looked at my own reflection in the glass, My face was pale, My hands were shaking. What the fuck? I had signed a contract to be some man's Doll. I had let him touch me in a red room. I had worn a dead woman's name at a family dinner.