Mha Doll Novels & Stories

I know in time all this training would come in handy if any situation would arise and will find myself in between. He wasn’t here, of course. But words may travel much more quickly than any disease, and he’ll know about my fight. That I wasn’t just any porcelain doll used for display only. Fragile and precious that always needed protection. I am not just an ordinary pet doll. I position myself in the middle of the ring, squaring my stance. The bell tolled and I braced myself as my opponent delivers the first move. This doll will fight and will win no matter what.

Sasha snarled. "We don't have a choice," Mia said. "Whenever a werewolf turns eighteen, they get sent to human school. As Pure human. We can't get discovered, or else—" "Or else war breaks out," I finished grimly. "Anyway," Cici interrupted, her tone shifting to something more mischievous, "tomorrow's dress code is slutty." I blinked. "What?" "Dress slutty," she repeated. "I'm serious. It's the only way to survive that hellhole. The humans respect confidence. Show skin. Wear makeup. Be bold."

Because it’s easier than admitting she’s been thinking about him for far too long already. Hours later, the shower steam has faded, and Sahara stands before the full-length mirror in her bedroom. She wears a pink sweetheart cocktail dress, a gift from her aunt that she had been saving for a special occasion. The fabric hugs her curves with an insistence that can’t be ignored. The neckline dips low, showcasing the swell of her breasts, pushing them up until they look ready to spill out. The waist nips in tight before flaring over her hips, accentuating the hourglass figure she used to hide under baggy jeans and oversized hoodies.

The one that had gotten her out of speeding tickets and into bars she wasn't old enough for. "If she doesn't agree," Mia said, batting her eyelashes, "I'd happily pay off her debt and be your Doll." Adrian's gaze slid to her. Just for a second. Then back to me. "This doesn't concern you." Mia's smile flickered. She opened her mouth to say something else, but I grabbed her arm and pulled her back. "Mia. Stop." "What?" She looked at me like I was crazy. "El, he's hot. He's clearly rich. I'm just saying—"

He made them to relocate to the average villa where they would be under watch by the royal guards. The two mermaids, were so unhappy. They threw their pearls away out of anger and all the things they got from the shore. ** Ma'am Shell was a kinky old mermaid with uncompleted teeth. Grey haired and really short and stumpy tail. She was short tempered and a no nonsense lady. Blue, Rainbow and Jace happened to be in her class. Ma'am Shell : now do you understand? You mustn't be found anywhere near the prickling plant. It could eat up your whole tail. And also, the Gig. It's really dangerous and poisonous if swallowed but it can be used to drive away Stone fishes. Do you understand!

Winnie was sleeping soundlessly when someone appeared in her room. He was wearing a black hoodie with a skull mask and staring at her. He stepped closer to her and didn’t take his eyes off her. “Winnie…” He whispered slowly and sweetly but she didn’t respond. “Winnie, sweetheart,” he said with a sneer. “Cassius, I’m sleepy,” Winnie groaned, turning to another side. A second later her snores were audible.

My barely-there black sequin dress caught the light of the disco ball. My makeup was sharp and aggressive: blood-red lips and smoky, winged eyeliner that formed a seductive cat-eye. I imagined Rocco's frown, the disgusted look in his eyes he'd give me before telling me to go back and change. But this was the real me, Rosalie Thorne, the Thorn Principessa, who never had to dull her edges for anyone. Just like now. Julian had booked us the prime circular booth in the center of the club. Across from me, a male model, barely twenty, was blushing as he stared at my collarbone.

I said as I lead him to the theater room. I open the door to reveal a large flat-screen television surrounded by large sofas. There was also a mini bar at the side with cotton candy and a popcorn machine. I watch as Alex walks inside the room to take a look around. He stood in front of the popcorn machine before turning to look at me. "Mind if I have some? For the tour?" He asked. "Sure," I said as I approach him. I turned on the machine and we just stood there watching the kernels pop, one after another.

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.

Because it's the weirdest job she has ever heard. I have trained her how to scare Bhavani and she obliged my every command. When I was training her, I told her to not disrespect the face which I had given her and she obliged my every condition. She asked me multiple times about all the truth but I never told her anything. And about the face, to scare Bhabani I designed the face from the most talented makeup artist Charlotta Tilruby who is very well known in Hollywood for her extraordinary face mask. I have to give Charlotta a huge amount of money for the mask and for shutting her mouth. I had also given a vast amount of money to Rupal. For me, my revenge is everything. Money is just like pap