My Divine Doll Novels & Stories

“Seriously, do you have a twin? You cook, you clean, you’re wealthy, and now you’re going to do the shopping. I don’t think you’re human. You must be a robot. Where do the batteries go?” “Ha. Ha.” “You’re a good man. I’m happy for Sade.” “Thank you. Now, would you like anything from the store?” “Chocolate. Chocolate cake. Chocolate chip cookies. Candy bars—whatever. I need some chocolate.” I chuckled. “Noted. I will return with chocolate.”

I gasped internally. 'Is... is that your past counterpart?' I asked Divine. She said nothing for a beat. I knew how much she loved her past human and that she missed her. 'Yes, it is. And the woman beside her is Miza's ancestor.' I looked at the history snapshot before me. 'What's is going on, Divine?' Again, another pause. 'Let me speak.' "Eve?" My head snapped to the right, where I heard Kwen call my name. I realized that I had zoned out, staring at Miza.

She stares wide-eyed at the Queen who just emerged from the inner chamber. Yuelan’s notes the guilty look on her servant’s face and decides to mess with her. She heard what the servant said about the doll. Not necessarily true. The doll is just someone she is using to distract herself from her horrid marriage, but she can’t have her personal servant spewing nonsenses. The girl needs to learn to keep her mouth shut. “Who am I obsessed with?” She questions in a calm tone like she is having a conversation about the weather with servant. While she waits for the servant to answer her question, she strides to set table and takes a sit. Suddenly she feels very farmish.

"I don’t know why you keep doing that though. Your tits look fantastic in that dress!" My face is practically on fire now as I try to recover from her words. Who even talks like this?? So crude and yet so sultry... like silk. This woman feels like getting hit by a very glamorous tornado... It's dizzying! "I'm Rhyssa, by the way," she says brightly and I scoff internally... Of course her name is something like Rhyssa... A woman dressed entirely in red with cheekbones sharp enough to kill a man could never possibly be named something normal like Jane...

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.

"She's blinded by love. But I think there's still hope. Since fate let us cross paths, I've decided to help." She added, "But that's not the main reason. Do you remember the Krowonian doll?" Landon paused. "The Krowonian doll? It hasn't appeared in a long while." He recalled losing track of the doll during Leon's rescue because too many staff were around. Aria tapped her fingers on the table. "Yes. Based on her condition, I'm sure the Krowonian doll is behind this. This so-called divine doll feeds on worshippers consumed by greed and desire. There's never a shortage of them, so it uses each one to slowly regain its strength."

The theme had been meticulously chosen, reflecting the couple’s desire for a unique and memorable celebration. Khana, dressed as Carmilla, exuded an ethereal charm in her flowing red gown, her dark hair cascading in soft waves of night. Richard, standing tall beside her, looked every bit like Cecelion, his dark suit and dark black hair, giving him an air of mysterious elegance of a vampire. Though Khana had never played the game, she had spent hours browsing the internet, carefully selecting their costumes to ensure they made a striking pair.

"I'm not a bear, Adam! Just give me a few minutes." Amusement colored Adam's reply, his laughter dancing through his words. "Alright, but it's nice to make sure you're still alive, you know!" With renewed energy, Divine untangled herself from the bedsheets and embarked on her morning routine. A cascade of warm water embraced her as she stood beneath the shower, and her thoughts drifted between the past month's journey from despair to sanctuary. She emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel, her reflection in the dimly lit tiles offering a glimpse of her changing body—four months along, a secret she held close.

Since he had made a request this time, they were determined to buy everything and give it to him. With these items in his possession, Chad would have no reason to refuse their future requests for medical assistance. Soon, a new item was up for auction—a Divine Ware. Divine Wares were highly valued, with starting bids often reaching 1.4 million dollars. This particular piece, a complete Divine Ware censer, was exceptionally rare, and Chad could not resist its allure. In the realm of medicine, there were herbs for cooking, potions for healing, and elixirs for prolonging life!

(Sapphire Daniel Miller) I walk fastly and covering the distance between the lawn to the wedding hall. The first person who met me is Doll; Dhani (Davis's daughter). Dhani see me and literally jumped on me I laugh and engulf her small body in my arms. I laugh and look at her big eyes. Doll is growing up so fast. She is seventeen years old and looking beautiful with her dimples. She is wearing an Indian dress, pink colour long skirt with long scarf. Everything was pink and I scrunch my nose. Girls and their fetish on colour pink.