Lou Ugly Doll Novels & Stories

] [Of course. After receiving his reply, Luna sucked in a deep breath and opened the small box. Inside was a clay doll, dressed in the red outfit of a female warrior, her character in the game. The doll looked quite old and aged, but it was still clean, as if it had been sealed shut since it was made. He must have prepared it years ago, when he came to see her. She never thought he would still be keeping it after so long. Luna held the little doll, and could not help but laugh out loud. He looked like a solemn guy, she never thought he would give a present like this for her.

"I just happened to have so many of these. Pick whichever one you like—just consider it a present commemorating our meeting." Amelia's eyes widened from sheer temptation. "Wow! Really?!" She had forgotten Evelyn's warning right then—Melody had already given her good food and such wonderful toys! How was she a demoness? In the end, children would be children. Curry their favor, and they would jump ship without hesitation. Still, despite her considerable liking for every LinaBell doll in the box, she was disciplined enough to pick just one. This particular one had on a Louvotton dress from their spring fashion line, which was worth five figures.

Her fashion sense — terrible. “You look lovely, Mathilda. Your hair tied up like that makes you look like a Barbie doll. You’d be perfect standing next to Fredric.” I almost choked. Instinctively, I frowned and smirked. The words slipped from my mouth before I could stop them. “Maybe she should change her look to something more like Gigi Hadid or Kendall Jenner.” Silence fell immediately. Mathilda’s head lowered even more, and both Goyle and his wife looked uncomfortable.

Kinks: possession, doll fetish, rough sex Lila lay in her bed, the soft glow of her nightlight casting shadows across the room filled with her collection of dolls. At eighteen, she still clung to these childish comforts, especially on nights when her mind wandered to the forbidden stories she read in secret—tales of dark magic and hidden desires that made her cheeks flush. Her bedroom was a sanctuary of pastel walls and stuffed animals, but tonight, an unease prickled her skin. She shifted under the thin sheet, her soft pale body clad only in a loose tank top and panties, the summer heat making sleep elusive. Her wide eyes stared at the ceiling, curious thoughts swirling about the porcelain

I pushed the thought aside. I rested my hand gently on her shoulder, giving it a soft squeeze. “Mommy and Daddy will be fine, okay?” She nodded and stretched her doll toward me. “Diddy wants to play with you,” she said, making the doll bounce in front of me. “Look, she’s saying hi.” “Hi, Diddy.” I laughed softly, brushing the doll’s hair back with my fingers, smoothing the tiny strands as I played along. Louisiana’s face lit up, her laughter bubbling out easily. She was such an adorable girl, warm and innocent. Whatever her parents had done had nothing to do with her. She didn’t deserve to carry any of it.

Luna saw her roommate flip back her glossy raven and fuchsia hair and offered her a small smile of gratitude. "No problem!" Despite the shock Luna felt from the change of attitude from her arrogant roommate, Luna was shocked by the gratitude the other girl showed her. Meanwhile, the witch with brunette hair growled in the air, her gothic silver cross necklace with a purple jewel embedded in the center, glowed dark purple and summoned forth a small spooky-looking doll. "Hello, my precious~! I want you to go down there and smash those little insects into dust!" she ordered as the doll grew and turned into a five-foot-tall female-humanoid with silvery iron skin dressed in a maid costume.

“Ha, fat chance. Alright, Lou, enough with the theatrics. Turn the lights back on.” In a sulky voice, he cried, “You’re no fun,” I heard a click before seeing the bare concrete around us. It was a smaller version of the warehouse we were in for the auction building. I heard another snicker and turned around while standing next to Zin. Lou was walking towards us, not wearing his usual jean-clad, barefoot attire. This time he was wearing a red silk shirt, tight black leather pants, and biker boots, and his long blond hair braided Viking style, and his face appeared more defined like that.

Swamp mud crusted the fenders like concrete, embedded with crawfish shells and shotgun casings. Behind him, Louise staggered into the doorway, clutching her bleeding shoulder. Her mouse-brown hair was shellacked into stiff, over-teased bangs that jutted skyward like a cracked crown, reeking of Aqua Net. Caked makeup—blush applied in clownish circles, lipstick bleeding past her lipline—made her face look like a toddler’s crayon masterpiece. Her neon flowered muumuu strained against her bulk. The fabric screaming under armpit stains, while her dingy bunny slippers, one ear torn clean off, slapped against the warped floorboards, leaving smeared crimson trails as she shuffled back.

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.

What stupid gift is this? Lily moves to the box and looks at the grotesque mutilation closely. I feel like throwing up. "This is not a real baby; it's a doll." I kick the box, and its contents pour out, the plastic resounding on the marble floor. "But it's still very stupid who sent this? Why will someone destroy a doll and soak it with blood? Is the person wishing you a miscarriage or what?" She smoothes my back.