Living Doll Novels & Stories

Stained with blood and dirt? I dropped to my knees as I stare in horror. I can see the reflection of the sun in the gem. I can see a picture moving. A girl was playing in the woods with a doll in her hand. They wore the same dress but this one is clean. The girl was happy and enjoying the day. There was a shadow walking towards her, carrying a big rock. The girl sat down in the leaves and without her realizing it, a guy dressed as a senior hit the rock on her head, and she dropped her head in the leaves. The senior ran away from the dead girl. A gem was left on the forehead of the doll. The girl's body is lifeless. The gem shone bright, the doll blinks its button eyes and stands up. It tur

A cold chill tousled through the hairs on the back of my neck and filtered down my spine, prompting me to spin around and make it back towards the front of the door when my eyes were drawn into something I had not really noticed previously. A dazzling porcelain doll sat competently on a rocking chair, facing my direction. She initially appeared to be expensive and visually striking, as if she has a million bolts of charm and glamour lurking beneath her smile. Her ocean-blue eyes have depths of innocence in them, and it seemed as though an inevitable gravity was dragging me in to explore those vast sets of orbs.

"Oh, shit, it's all over now. Dorothy didn't keep it with her tonight, and now, Laura's stolen it!" "There's no way Laura knows how to use it. An ordinary woman like her couldn't have figured it out." "Wait, she's pressing the button… She's forcibly waking up Dorothy!" "Oh, hell, no! Dorothy's physically in bed at her place. She'll be forced to resonate with the doll!" I ignored the comments and watched as the doll slowly opened her eyes. Her silicone eyes suddenly gleamed, the pupils focusing on me as fear flooded her gaze. "Who… Who are you?" the doll parted her lips and asked in a tiny voice.

The man I mean Devika's father said to me smilingly, " You both are liking each other too much like you know each other for many years" I only chuckled hearing him. I said trailing my hands-on Devika's soft hairs," Uncle, your daughter is really a cute doll. A living doll. Can I make her my doll?" Devika's father just laughed at my words and said nothing. I also didn't say anything to her father. I cooed in her ear softly, " My doll. I will play with you." Hearing me she looked at my eyes with her doe-like eyes and said, " Aaaabbbii.....")

The white glow reflected off her rosy, luminous little face—so soothing and adorable. He reached out and ruffled Dolly’s downy hair. “My little princess, buying another necklace for your dolls again?” Dolly didn’t even lift her head. “Of course not. My dolls don’t need necklaces. Every single one of them already has ten. I’m buying one for…” She suddenly stopped mid-sentence. She had bought ten necklaces for each of her dolls, but she had never bought one for her mom. Dolly looked up at Donald with her big round eyes. “Daddy, do you remember Mommy’s birthday?”

It sort of made sense now how her fiancé could have hidden his true sexual orientation from her for as long as he had – I could imagine that it is rather easy to hide behind the fancy dress tea parties and floral print. “What do you do for a living?” I asked her, giving in to my curiosity. She smiled and set down her teacup daintily before she went to a cupboard and pulled out a doll – one that looked almost identical to me. “I make dolls, porcelain dolls of course.” she beamed as she handed me the doll. “I sell them to collectors or to people who want to have a physical representation of their darling children to remember them by as they grow up.”

Why would he give our baby this hideous monster-looking thing? Wisdom looks at the doll strangely. It's dressed in a long black dress, has long black hair, and a painted white face with black tears running out of one eye. But isn't on the doll's cheek. The doll's mouth is open and the teeth are sharp like razors. She takes it from him and blows it up. "no I didn't and I'm pretty sure Beauden or my grandfather didn't either. Where did you get it from?" Wisdom rubbed her daugther's forehead.

The second photo is a portrait of an adult female doll, whose limbs have been hacked off in a pool of blood. But, wait a minute. Is this a picture of a doll? Or don't tell me....

At this time, the other person had entered the store, standing in front of a glass case full of porcelain dolls. Oralie followed her and saw that what Selina was staring at was a very beautiful doll. The doll has bright red lips, just like this vampire's red lips. The doll has long, straight brown hair, and her eyes are adorned with green, which is a bright color, but this bright color gives it an extremely cold look. The combination of arrogance and nobility emanating from it was beautiful. The more delicately crafted clothes that brought out that pretentiousness, the more nobility emanated from them.

I try to take care of her at work and outside work, her husband does everything he can to keep her out of trouble. Norah pouts, and I pull her out of the kitchen until we're in a safe, quiet zone. She shows me a small vile wrapped in a silky napkin, watching with wide eyes to see my reaction. "What the hell is that?" I have to ask. She grins. "It's another poison to add to my collection. I finally got the belladonna extract," she explains. "Are you crazy?" I whisper-shout, looking around. "This is a restaurant! You have to stop bringing them here!"