Novel & Cerita Living Doll

Among the broken pieces and toppled figurines, two dolls stood upright, untouched, staring at me with their glassy, painted eyes. My breath hitched as I took a step closer, unable to tear my gaze away. It felt like my lungs had seized up, the room suddenly too small, too suffocating. I recognized them instantly. The first doll wore a bright red jacket, a tiny top hat perched at a jaunty angle on its head. In its small porcelain hand, it held a miniature whip—clearly a lion tamer. The second doll was equally striking, dressed in a striped leotard with exaggerated muscles stitched into its arms, like a cartoonish depiction of a circus strongwoman.

The dress hugged her figure perfectly, highlighting her curves elegantly while still looking sophisticated. The slit stopped halfway across her thigh, giving her an effortlessly bold appearance. Her long hair flowed freely behind her back in soft waves. With the help of eyeliner and mascara, her doll-like eyes stood out even more beautifully. Her lips were painted with a mix of dark red and black shades that perfectly matched her outfit. That was one thing about Claudia— She loved matching her makeup with her dressing style. Taking one last glance at herself, she smiled proudly before calling Trevor. He picked up immediately.

I unlocked the door, kicked it closed with a hip, and dropped the mystery gift on my kitchen table beside a half-eaten sandwich and a week’s worth of wine glasses. Unwrapping it felt ceremonial. The bow slipped free, the lid came off, and nestled in black velvet was a doll. No. Not a doll. A...thing. She was about eighteen inches tall, dressed in a Victorian-style dress with tiny pearl buttons. Porcelain skin, the kind that shimmered faintly when I tilted it under the light. And the eyes— oh god. The eyes. Glass, sure. But too deep and too focused. They were the color of old blood, ringed in hazel. Fixed forward, yet I swore they tracked me. When I tilted the doll slightly, those glossy iris

She threaded her memories, then recalling how she had witness a kidnapping and the silver haired man who suddenly appeared before her, putting her to sleep! Where was she?! Josie jumped from the bed at once, pushing away the thick duvet that had covered her body. As her feet landed on the cold floor, she looked to her left where she didn’t notice the small creature that had been waiting for her to wake up from her dream. “AAAAA!!!” A loud scream erupted from Josie’s lips as she fell backward to the bed, staring at the moving doll that stared its wide blue eyes toward her. The doll was made from porcelain. Its creamy skin gleamed as the light beside her hits her body and although her face app

Thea widened her eyes and shook her head desperately, "This is impossible. Aunt Olivia has been dead for nearly twenty years." "I didn't lie to you. My daughter Olivia is a genius girl who has always been particularly fond of intelligent robots since she was young. Later, she got married, but her marriage was unhappy and she didn't receive her husband's love. So she moved out of the Sanchez family with her child. Little did she know that the child died due to neglect. Olivia blamed herself for not being a good mother, so she made this doll in the likeness of the child's face. She is the mother of the child, pouring all her maternal love into it. This is a very sophisticated doll, covered in

Chapter 1 The room was gloomy and dimly lit. The only beam of light in the darkness came from the screen of the Television. Nestled in my usual chair, my eyes rested on the flickering screen of the big box. On the screen of the box was a girl, staring at three traditional african dolls, all of them were dressed in white gowns. One was burned to a crisp, the second was only scorched on one side and the third was untouched by the flames. The girl reached out her hand and picked up the doll that had not been burned. She smiled down on it and caressed its cheek. The doll had eyes that seemed to sparkle. I stared in horror as the sparkly eyes suddenly warped into a bloody red. The doll cackled fi

A grim thought enters my mind as I carefully watch him, so transfixed. I am his doll. I used to play with dolls when I was a little girl. When my mama is still alive, and my father is still sober. This is exactly how you play a doll. Dressed it up. Making sure that it always looks good and beautiful, and prepping it like a princess. Just like me. I thought I would be sleeping down in a basement, but instead, he put me in this spacious room with all the lavish comfort it brings, but that doesn’t change the fact that I am no more than an object to his eyes.

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.

Lizzette sat on the table near the head of number 1,468, the one she had been working on earlier, which she had chosen to name Hester Pineyfrock (her dress would be green, of course) Lizette’s rosy cheeks showed their approval of the fabric shade Serendipity had chosen, and for a few moments she was able to live vicariously through the dolls she was bringing to life. After a few minutes floating around in another dimension, one where dolls went to fancy parties, waltzed for hours with handsome young gentle-dolls, and ate dainty pastries, Serendipity felt eyes boring into the back of her head, and she wasn’t sure if it was one of her four-legged friends, or the letter itself, but she was no l

Alex looks up at her from his phone and smirks. "Welcome doll." He says putting his phone away. "You said you will not treat me like this anymore." She says standing in her spot, not being able to walk to him. "I don't think I ever said that doll." He stands up and starts walking to her. "Then why am I here Alex? I don't want to be your toy anymore, which you can take to a hotel once in a while and play with." She looks him in the eyes as her tears threaten to spill. But she won’t fall weak this time, she will be strong this time and hold her ground and get what she wants from him. She won’t let him do as he pleases anymore. "But you're my toy and that will never, we both know that. You're o