Living Doll Novels & Stories

He added. Gerry focus his eyes towards the doll. It was that some sort of doll, where one would mostly find on antique shop. It looks old, worn out perhaps by how long it might have been in his possession if it actually belongs to him. It was dirty, there are remnants of mud clinging on its clothes. It was figure of a small girl, woven smile and button eyes it what make it somehow, appease the murder it might have witness as it continue pretentiously watching ahead at what it’s owner committed.

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.

Although Hisashi repeatedly explained that this name represents only one thing: the truth, and the price of products in their store to be worthy of its quality. Contrary to the colorful appearance of the first floor, this second floor looks much more like a real magic shop. Huge wooden cabinets contained rows of dried llamas fetuses of reddish-brown color, dolls made from all kinds of materials such as wood, cloth, straw, stone-carved evil spirits, animal fur skins, skulls of all kinds. Eden always felt creepy when he went through that place. He had a feeling that the dark, empty eye sockets of these skulls were staring at him).

Flora swallowed hard and took the napkin off and saw the most horrible thing ever: a human-length sex doll, wearing a white nightgown similar to hers and crucified on the cross. And of course, the sex doll had Flora's exact face and body shape. It was even wearing the same nightgown. There was tissue and plastic in a corner of the room, there were some weird machines too. Flora guessed it right: Claude was also the one who made that doll, that creepy masterpiece. To that point, Flora had used all the braveness she had. The truth was clear: Claude is as sick as Jack. Maybe even worse. Flora's mind was thinking about one only thing: She has to run away before the painted desires turn to real d

told him he was correct. Jozef looked down at the open box. Nestled in a bed of red velvet was a doll. It was rounded with the traditional shape of Russian nesting dolls. The body was painted in a red and white dress with brown clog shoes. Its face was a deep mahogany with lighter brown circles painted on the cheeks. It had beautiful chocolate brown eyes. The curly hair was created with short black swirls, outlined in white to make them seem almost real. Despite the doll being a caricature, it looked remarkably similar to Shaun.

A few days later, Carol went to Tiny Blessings’ factory on her lunch break. The R&D department was documenting Titus’s kinks and his preferences. Then, they created a 3D image of the doll’s appearance based on the information. They had already finished creating the image. The 3D image was wearing a black pencil skirt, and they could put her into different states. She could have her hands bound by a necktie, handcuffed, or have her eyes covered. But her face was missing. Carol did not dare to tell them that Titus liked her face.

"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.

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.

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.....")