My Life Dolls Black Novels & Stories

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.

I am so worried about how bad these dreams get each and every day. I know something is bothering you and as I always say, take me as your best friend and feel free to tell me anything and everything.’ Mariam, Susan’s mother says sweetly to her, to which she nods her head positively. After a little more conversation with her daughter, Mariam retires to her room to continue her sleep. ~> Introduction to characters. Susan Parrish, female protagonists/ Black’s mate. There’s going to be a lot of her POV’s. Jones Black[Abbadon], male protagonist. There maybe a considerable amount of POV’s in his name.

Sarah paid with her life. Now, her soul was here. Small, compressed, glowing faintly inside the voodoo doll I had just finished. The fabric was black, the button eyes were green — a private joke of mine — and the mouth was sewn with red thread, forming a crooked smile that Sarah would never give again. “Done.” I murmured, smoothing the fabric with wrinkled fingers. “Now you will serve a greater purpose.” The doll did not answer — it could not. But the spark inside it pulsed, and I knew she was listening.

"Latest from AI Life—companion bot, not even out yet." AI Life sat under the Blackwood Group umbrella, tech whiz kid. "Loaded with smarts—plays games, teaches, chats you up. Part tutor, part pal..." Buddy nodded along like he got every word. "Whoa, so cool!" "You like?" "Love it." Buddy went through the motions, hooking an arm around his neck for a quick peck on the cheek. Not his favorite grandpa, so one kiss it was. Alexander boomed a laugh, swinging back with one on the boy's face.

(DARK INTEREST) “BORN without a soul. Created by the materials of ceramic and glass. A lifeless doll at first, that is gifted by life from the person that she once calls her father. The beautiful doll that was gifted to a princess, who ends up wishing to be her daughter.” Reading a book that is just like any other peculiar ones that she owns. Emie is taking notes of the past and life of one of them. “North, east, south, and west.”

I watch the woman my brothers tell me I loved. The One. That’s what my journal tells me. Lillian Blackwood is my one. The problem is I can’t remember her. Not a single thing. All the descriptions I wrote about her don’t do her justice. Even while I watch her breakdown. While I watch my brother comforts her, over a dog named Benny. She’s still incredibly beautiful. “Are you willing to let that go?” Dylan asks as he watches the commotion in front of us.

a two-figure also comes to my room a girl in a ponytail having her wide forehead expose that emphasizing her youthful looks wearing its black jacket and short shorts, it was Bhlezy while the other one is having its long black hair loose with a charming face and cat-eyes which is wearing a varsity jacket and jogging pants, Dessa "you act like a girl in their period John Carl"- Dessa "Want me to stab you to death? oh right you already died once and it is not hurt when repeating it, want to try?"- Bhlezy

I said to her. She must never know that I find her attractive, it was wrong and should never be made known. " Give me a minute," I said. I walked into the closet with my towel and grabbed the tissues that were on the shelf and rubbed off the blood that had threatened to show its ugly self. I wonder how long I was going to cope with this. They said Lyra has healing powers, I have to make sure I am cured of this ailment. I can not continue like this, it feels like my life is getting shorter by the day.

Meilin nods, and begins the tale of the shameful part of her family, and hopes that the Queen doesn’t hate her when she is done. “He is the one that sold you?” Yuelan questions when the blonde finished her tale. She feels bad on behalf of the blonde, because no one deserves to be treated the way the blonde was treated. If she could she would abolish the doll law. On the other hand, she couldn’t help but be grateful to her father, because if he hadn’t sold the girl she wouldn’t have met her. Selfish, she knows, but she is not perfect. “I am glad,” Yuelan speaks her thought out loud.

Not when it was this demon in human form in front of him. "I am asking you again and for the last time,where is my money?" the other man who looked exactly like a drug lord said,while puffing carelessly on his pipe. "Give me just one month please. One more month and I promise I'll pay off my debt. Please" the older man begged. "You think i came all the way here to listen to your pleadings?" the drug lord said with a scoff. The older man, Mark,was mute. He had tried hard to pay back the debt he owed this demon standing in front of him,but things seemed to be working against him.