My Life Dolls Black Novels & Stories

Daniel asked open mouthed. Juan laughed. "I was just kidding" He walked back and handed Daniel a glass of vodka which they sipped while discussing. "The Chinese partners would be bringing the goods for exchange tomorrow. It's worth six billion and I'm entrusting you on that" Juan said. "Yes Boss. I'll go select the best if our team to go with me" Daniel replied. "How many would you be going with?" Juan asked, pouring them another drink. "I'll be going with Slade, Nikita, Cheetah, Audrey and Adrian. They're amongst our best and we really don't need a crowd". Daniel replied.

“Whatever it is, it can’t be worse than that.” The door opens, and three guards walk in, each carrying a stack of… plastic dolls? My brows knit in confusion as they start handing them out, one to each of us. I frown as the guard places one in front of me. Its blank, lifeless eyes stare up at me. Zoe pokes the doll with one finger, wrinkling her nose. “What the fuck do plastic dolls have to do with our class? This better not mean what I think it means,” she mutters under her breath, turning the doll over in her hands like it’s some alien artifact.

Their faces were frozen in agony, eyes wide, as if they'd never seen death coming. And beside the bookshelf stood a life-sized statue of a woman, completely naked, carved from obsidian so polished she almost shimmered. But her face, gods, her face. Mouth open in a scream, eyes hollow with torment. Her expression was so lifelike, so raw, it felt as though a soul had been sealed within her stone flesh. “Do you like it?” His voice cut through the silence like a blade. I jumped. I hadn’t even seen him enter.

I barked. “I didn't lie to you, I just didn't say the whole truth, the last piece of the artifact was not the last piece of the artifact, it was just like a bonus, containing the main power when it was made the artifacts in your possession were made by her but the last artifact was gotten from hell itself, the other artifacts can still be powerful but it can't control life or death, that was how black witches emerge, they could control anything except life and death because the artifact for life and death was not in their possession, so they couldn't harness its power” he explained.

🔞🔞The Black Ace🔞🔞 ♠️ Chapter 6♠️ ♠️ ELIZABETH ♠️ Sighs! What an exciting life I'm living and the best of it is that, there's no consequences and no responsibility. It may seem unbelievable to some people but in my case, it's the truth. Being alive means enjoying oneself to the fullest and there's no better way to live than to really get on the edge. Everyone has this something in their life that makes them feel alive. Well in my case, there are 2 things that make me feel alive, The first one is killing.

I cannot sum up the strength to ask any questions so I remain silent admidst the quiet rumble of the plane's engines and his thoughtful gaze. In that moment, I make another vow. I will be back. And I will kill that Russian Enforcer with my bare hands. I will wreck havoc on all he held dear. I feel my soul shed its colour.I feel it become blacker as the plane gains altitude.I feel it harden like steel, until I have to fist my hands over my chest to dull the ache. My name is Luca Blackstone going forth. And God so help anyone with negative affiliations with the Russian mafia that crosses my path. Death is a small mercy they would always beg for.

They were dressed really skipping; one was dressed like a gangster, putting on all black clothes; she wore a black bumshort, a black crop top, a black overcoat, and matching boots. Another was putting on a shirt gown and heels, while the last had a tin-hand top and a mini skirt, matching it with short boots; she had a lot of jewelry on her body with a butterfly tattoo at the corner of her chest. "Oh! The queen dolls," I heard Ella say, and I snapped my head towards her, giving her a quizzical look. As if she read my mind, she began to explain: "They are the institution goddesses, well-known for their lavish lifestyle."

The building was silent, deserted, and she was completely alone. “Oh God…” Inside her locker lay the body of a black chicken, its neck cruelly twisted. Fresh blood dripped from the carcass, staining everything inside. Her books, her notebooks, and most horribly, the paper bag containing Gaara’s clothes she had planned to return that night. But that wasn’t the worst of it. Propped against the chicken’s body was a small doll, crudely handmade. Its hair was long and silver, made of yarn, and its eyes were two black beads sewn onto its pale cloth face.

With a resigned gesture, he slaps his palms together, the sound echoing in the tense silence, and leans forward on his knees, his posture a mix of frustration and anticipation. "Underground whispers suggest that she is the final remaining Doll, a human safeguard for the Elders of the Lombardi family. Years ago, the Lombardis implemented a sinister program to brainwash children, conditioning them to retain critical information that could only be accessed through carefully chosen phrases or intense emotional distress. The last recorded Doll, Lorelei Lombardi, mysteriously vanished after she courageously leaked crucial information. Rumour has it that she dedicated herself to mastering the abili

“When did you get this? “When you started working nights. I needed to satisfy myself. You want to try it now?” “Why a black one and not a white one?” Are you secretly thinking about fucking black men? Is my dick not enough for you?” “Of course not. I have a white one, too.” She pulled out another dildo from under the mattress, and it was white. “I am black, Justine, and I have been with black men, so I sometimes imagine getting fucked by a black guy. Is sharing this with you too much?” I leaned forward and kissed her.