Lou Ugly Doll Novels & Stories

All at once, Lee broke away from the group, making his way to one of the time-stilled conveyor belts. “I bet the grandkids would like this.” He said to his wife, picking up one of the nearly finished dolls and twisting it this way and that in observation. “I don't know, it's not even painted all the way.” Martha noticed the doll had bright red hair and pale skin, its sculpted face somehow reminding Tina of a hedgehog she had kept as a child. It was paint or no paint, pretty adorable. “That adds to it, don't you think?” Lee asked. “Makes it more special, part of history.”

She needed to be prepared for it. “ Angel. It's your turn. ” The shrilly female voice made her whip her head around. Her heart was beating in her throat. Curling her hands into fists, she nodded curtly and turned around to look at her reflection in the mirror. She was wearing a skimpy short black dress that barely reached her thighs, her breasts were highlighted as half of them were spilling out. The black shiny color of the outfit made her milky white skin stand out.

Ah~! Lucy's torn-apart doll spirit possessed her on the grand stage. Lucy's dance was powerful, expansive, and beautiful. Her performance was a stark departure from the usual. Typically, a doll's aria would feature a doll costume. However, Lucy was different. She wore a bright red dress with four flowing layers. Half of her hair was neatly tied back with thin bangs. Rather than masking her sorrow with cuteness, Olympia wanted to show that even though Lucy was a doll, she could captivate everyone, especially Tiger Letto.

"So, are you trying to say my man got an ugly girl pregnant? He can't even get me pregnant! I had to lie about the whole thing and was glad he fell for it." "Who's this girl? Do you have pictures of her?" Penelope reached for her phone, operated it for sometime before showing the screen to Marta's mother. Marta rushed over to join them in watching the pictures. "Eww! She's really ugly!" Her mother made a face of disgust. "What's that ugly scar?" They all said mean things about her, but Marta was quiet. "I know her," she said after sometime, feeling cold all of a sudden.

I was useless to them without something to offer. I was just a Doll. A fake fiancée with a fake name and a fake pregnancy. I looked out the window and didn't say anything else. I felt like I was drowning in secrets and I didn't know which way was up.

"Dressed like a whore?" Revulsion churns in my stomach. "Let go of me." My voice is a little louder now but he just laughs... I've always hated his laugh, never knew what my mother saw in him with his greasy hair and yellow teeth. His laugh is the most revolting thing ever! "You think Pierre is going to appreciate seeing his future wife dressed like this?" Pierre... The name alone makes my skin crawl. He'd sold me to a freaking gangster to settle his own debts! I hate him! I hate him more than anything else!!

A small doll in a yellow dress. Liam picked it up, turning the box over. “You like this one?” Lily nodded. “It looks like Mommy.” Aria blinked. “What?” Liam asked gently. “The hair,” Lily explained, pointing at the doll’s dark curls. “And the eyes.” Aria felt heat creep up her neck. Liam studied the doll again. Then he looked toward Aria. There was something quiet in his gaze. “You are right,” he said softly to Lily. “It does.”

He'd given her a necklace that cost a few hundred dollars, money he'd saved for a long time. She'd held that simple piece of jewelry and cried like a fool who'd never seen anything so beautiful. He had been so proud then, thinking he was the prince saving Cinderella. A joke. It was all a fucking joke. She was the Thorne Principessa. She'd probably seen more diamonds than he'd seen rocks. Rocco remembered the tattoo, a tangle of black thorns and a blood-red rose between her shoulder blades, wild and dangerous. He used to kiss it every time they made love.

“For me?” She nodded, her tone turning slightly serious. “I’ve noticed you really like dolls. You play with them all the time and never let them rest. So…” She pushed the package toward him again. “I’m giving you one of mine. But—” She crossed her arms. “No more playing with my dolls, alright? Only this one.” Lucien smiled brightly. “Thank you, Ama.” He tore the wrapping carefully, revealing a beautiful doll inside. It was dressed in a soft blue gown with tiny embroidered flowers, and its hair was silky and dark. Lucien loved it immediately.

I pressed impatiently. “This is about Lucy, Alaric.” He pulled out a tabloid, and handed it to me. “I doubt Ms. Brookes has been thinking at all about any proposition that you’ve given her after seeing this.” I looked on, stunned by what I’d seen. It was Lucy, and she was not cast in the best physical light in the least. She was hardly even the ghost of the sexy and attractive woman I’d remembered three years ago. She was bloated, and frumpy. Her hair was horribly kept under a huge unflattering hat. It was embarrassing…and downright humiliating to see.