Living Doll Novels & Stories

Crackers, maybe? Heart pounding, I peeled the velvet back. Underneath: a few chunks of hardtack and half a protein bar. I froze. Stared at the girl on the bed, still playing dead. She was faking. But why? What was she trying to pull? Did Ms. Deinert know? I looked at her perfect, peaceful face—and felt pure horror. She wasn't some helpless victim. She was a monster.

I asked him with a shaky tone. His eyes were stuck on the white part of my face and I turned my face the other way so that he could see my normal skin tone, "I thought you were a myth," he paused as he looked at me and then tilted his head, "the infamous doll that keeps Oden in check. How sick and sad for him," he said with indifference. "A human pet...a human doll. Tell me, what's your name?" I didn't want to upset so I would tell him all that I knew.

Now, standing in this elevator, facing Damien’s cold stare, a rage I’d never felt before burned in my chest. He walked toward us slowly. Each step was a claim of ownership. "A perfect piece of porcelain," his voice was a low hiss. "Such a shame it breaks so easily." He stopped in front of me. He reached out to touch my face. "But it's still my porcelain to break."

The guy behind the counter called them matryoshka dolls but is better known as nesting dolls around the world. I took the dolls that have not been painted yet. I hope Evie likes it. I also got Damian a toy that the guy called a pecking hen toy. It is a wooden paddle with 4 hens and a lady on top. At the bottom of each hen, there is a string that connects to a wooden ball. He explained to me that all you do is swing the ball around and it looks like the hens are pecking at something. It also looks like the woman is throwing some crumbs to the hens. It is actually quite intriguing. I bought one of each toy.

Chubby pink cheeks with rosy lips, smile wide in the shop, this doll stares at all, inviting the kids to play with all. On the other hand, Loathefiya was no longer like any other children who would run by sensing the doll's aura. She stood there, remember a toy while staring at this big thing. From her side, she heard a stubborn cry of a little girl, "MAMA!! I WANT THAT DOLL....THAT DOLL!!" A wild girl suddenly app appeteared by the little girl and shouted aside her, who seem to be around the age the same as hers. This wild shouting girl was pointing at the doll on Loathefiya's hands, growing stubborn,

The dolls weren’t displayed with their names or back stories, but he greeted several by name. Greta watched the man walk through the shop, interacting with various dolls. Each one got a unique response, like he was receiving several responses to his presence. His attention shift the Hailey suddenly and he announced. “Hello. Quick warning, Lizzy here hates children and men. I suspect a man took her life because she was an unwed mother. She blamed the children for her sorry state and her death.” He looked pleasant enough.

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

That diary could direct you to his world but you needed to be worthy first. “ Opposite? ” Tobias raised his eyebrows in amusement, his eyes taking in the woman before him. She was acting so bold yet her body was trembling in front of him. “ Opposite. ” Hazel nodded her head like a robot, her hazel orbs still boring in his Chocolate brown one's. Tobias hummed placing his hands beside her head and looking in her eyes. She flinched the moment he leaned more closer, his arms caging her and making sure she had no way of escape left.

Barbie dolls, rag dolls, and Lolita dolls dressed in cute European fashion. Kumara took three large rag dolls, two boys and one girl. She took the dolls downstairs and dragged them down the stairs. When she arrived at the dining room, she put the three dolls in their respective chairs. Kumara placed a plate and spoon in front of each doll. Then he started slicing meat and drinking from a glass of red syrup. "Aa Doni, Mama, Papa, let's eat," said Kumara to the dolls. The beautiful woman eats enjoying her cooking. Drops of tears escaped down her cheeks.