My Divine Doll Novels & Stories

Their dresses were painted in bright contrasting shades of powder blue and grass green, like the painted windows of churches. “Divine One,” the one wearing green whispered, her eyes lowered. “We bring you the harvest of this lovely new season. A gift of gratitude for your blessings and your protection of us all. Because of you, we have little to fear in these lands.” The title still scraped against me, uncomfortable like a healing scab. Divine One. They spoke it with such reverence, as though I were no longer flesh and blood but something untouchable and immortal. I forced a gentle smile, taking the basket from them as carefully as I could, or else they will get the impression that I was eve

Not a creature undone by a girl’s whispered ‘stop. The demoness arrived quickly. She materialised from smoke — tall, beautiful in an unnatural way, snake-like skin marked with gold lines, eyes bright and eager. She was one of the Pleasure-born — servants crafted from Hell’s magic to be used, not felt. She took one look at him and smiled — a slow, knowing curve. “My King,” she purred, bowing low, letting her long hair spill forward.

Her final, twisted "thank you." *** Later, I heard Sienna left Rivera once her probation was up. She never touched the frozen trust fund. Chose to live her own way instead. Rumors said she'd been seen out in the sticks, teaching kids art and music. A volunteer. A ghost of the girl she used to be. I thought of her smile—and without meaning to, pulled out my phone. On a dark web forum, I started a new post. [Coma doll. Young. Stunning. $500/hr.]

I never knew someone of divine power to be a succubus. Zeus, Hera, and Thor all turn their heads to look at me, waiting for my reply, but I am at a loss for words for once. I don't know what to say to make this better. I clear my throat, pausing to gather my thoughts before turning my attention back to Hilda. "My mate has been gifted divine powers the same as you and I, and just because her infinity over electricity is stronger than yours doesn't mean she is a succubus."

Just when she was worried about how to defuse the situation a bit, the mute girl quickly walked over and squatted on the ground to swish and write the word “Luna.” “ You call this?" Ethan Brooks read it, and the mute woman nodded vigorously. "You're not Lovegood from Harry Potter, are you?" Ethan Brooks joked, seeing that she wouldn't say her first name."My name is Ethan Brooks." Luna ignores him and shoves the plastic bottle into Ethan Brooks' arms without a second thought. Ethan Brooks then noticed it. Very good---It's a big 2L wide-mouth mineral water bottle, and looks like good quality, the key is what's inside, there are dozens of conch, clams, and a big crab.

I tried to console him, “Hey, hey. Calm down, okay? It’s alright. We can always go back to the temple and get you another one.” “No! The doll and I are connected! I can feel what happens to it!” “Connected?” I cleared my throat, “Just because you’re handsome doesn’t mean I’ll believe everything that comes out of your mouth, dude.” “No! You don’t get it! I can actually feel everything that’s done to the doll!” I smiled and calmed myself before replying, “I told you the doll was weird, didn’t I? So, what happened to it?” “I gave it away. I gave it to one of the more handsome ones when we were at the park yesterday.”

Honestly, Doll just wanted to be left alone and take a nice long nap so when he awoke he could tell himself all the important things he wanted to keep in his memory. He gave the answer he could parrot from class. "I am a small god. I am here to give my power to my beloved toms." No, no! His soul ached. He only had one beloved tom and that tom would never ask him to give up what these monsters were asking. The things that made him whole and real. "And we accept your gift." The tom began the needle treatment. Doll's hopes were dashed when he looked to see if this tom might be wearing the strange bracelet.

Her voice dropped to a hiss. “Because Blackwood found out who I truly was.” A pause. A flash of old shame. Then rage. “I am Divine. A being far older than him. I could draw life—extend mine—forever. And he hated me for it. But I was willing to make him the greatest. I already assisted in telling revelations I saw about his enemies making him win head of the table." She took a step closer to Avery, who lay defenseless, bleeding, her belly rising and falling as her baby fought with her.

she said licking her vanilla ice cream "Ohhhh, let's just walk around" "What are people doing at that corner" Davina saw people gathering around a place after some minutes of walking... "That's the doll machine probably picking a doll," he said nonchalantly "Can you pick a doll for me??" she asked blinking her eyes brow "You don't need it" "Please" she pouted "Just this one"David agreed because she knew he couldn't reject it since she pouted "Thank you" she beamed.....

Meanwhile, her four daughters and all of her people are in real danger. "Aiden, what is he doing? Looking for a divine treasure of a god? No, Diavolos must have controlled it. He knows that as long as Aiden is in his human form, he can still make a request to a divine treasure of a god. wipe it from the face of the earth so that none who can oppose Him escapes after being resurrected!" *** Aiden stepped while looking at every corner of the dead village that was uninhabited. He could feel the presence of the demon slaves around him. The stench of their souls wafted very strongly.