Living Doll Novels & Stories

Zariah always said dolls were misunderstood. People thought they were cute. Delicate. Passive. But to her, they were powerful. And tonight, she was ready to play. The Doll House stood behind a velvet curtain at the back of her apartment, a soundproof room bathed in low amber light. Walls lined with mirrored panels. Velvet chaise lounges. A wardrobe of corsets, lace gloves, and porcelain masks. Every detail designed for submission. And control. She opened the door, heels echoing on the dark hardwood.

It sat on a moss-covered stone altar. “What kind of doll is this?” Lyara’s breath sounded strained. I approached. The air around the doll was colder, and I felt a kind of pulse—as if it were alive. My instinct told me that the doll must be destroyed. “I think we should destroy it,” I whispered.

“Do you need help?” “No, but if you’re going to stand there like a scarecrow, it’s going to increase my anxiety.” If she expects me to fall for whatever trick she’s trying to pull, she’s got another thing coming. Corina gets back to looking for the doll in her closet. She has to climb onto a stool to get on the top shelf, and that’s when she whips out a beige and brown teddy bear. It looks worn but well-kept. One eye is missing and a similar-looking button is sown on instead, and the hairs on the doll are matted. It looks like something an adult would have had since they were a child. So, I guess she wasn’t lying about the doll. Go figure.

So what did she do? Ordered a custom doll that was basically David 2.0. Oh, and she slid a chunk of his seventh rib inside it—because nothing said "soulmate" like carrying a piece of someone's skeleton in your plushie. And no, she wasn't just fake-dating it. The third batch of videos came from our home security. Since the day that thing showed up, I was banished to the study. Every night, she'd strip down and curl up with it, getting herself off.

I stole my childhood friend’s doll. Then, he called to complain. I listened to him wail as the doll sat in my hand, its texture somehow akin to that of human skin. Under its skirt was something remarkably female. This left me confused. ‘Is this doll female or male?’ Then, more importantly… ‘Did it come with both organs? Or is this modified?’ He sounded hysterical over the line. Surprised by this, I accidentally squished the doll’s limbs a little.

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.

said Celea after watching herself in the mirror her black long hair was let open it fell down the waves made it look like a waterfall she had simple makeup wich consists of a small, thin eyeliner wing, mascara some silvery glitter eye shadow, blush and rosy lip gloss she had a soft light gray dress the color of her eyes, the dress had very long sleeves, the dress was tight at the top and loose at the bottom it was a soft look and it made her look like a fairy " of course you do, you are my dauther after all" said Bella proudly " indeed I am" " Now it's my turn to play dolls, sit down and I will prepare the both of you for the ball" Celea said looking at Bella and Kaya

The bed in the center is so massive, it could easily fit four people! And on a long, low glass table next to the bed, arranged neatly, is a collection of items that makes my brain completely short-circuit and my face heats up so fast I'm surprised smoke doesn't start pouring from my ears. There are leather collars lined with soft fur... a wicked-looking leather whip with a polished handle, and silver cuffs that catch the light. My gaze jerks away and unfortunately it lands on something worse... A giant mirror mounted on the ceiling, perfectly framing the entire bed directly below.

They had even bought a whole separate bag of accessories and outfits for it. However, if you stared at its bright, glassy eyes for too long, they began to feel eerie… Vivian stroked the doll's hair gently with a tender expression. "Isn't this doll pretty? From now on, keep it by your side. Think of it as your late sister. Let's call her Baby from now on," she said, trying to stuff the doll into my arms. My eyes widened in fear, and I instinctively dodged. My palms began to sweat.

But Shasha was still trying to speak, the movement of her lips seemed to say, "The doll ... The doll ... The doll can see ..." ***