My Life Dolls Black Novels & Stories

I'm busy in her though when the door well rang ,I got up and open the door. "Hey" yash said coming in. "What are you doing here"i asked him closing the door. "Oh I come here to drop shell and dolly" he reply and throw himself on the sofa. " What, Shelly...where you drop her" I asked him. " I said I drop shell and Dolly...not only shell...and she lives next building to yours" he replied and close his eyes. "What...why I didn't know about that" I said almost shouted at him.

Who has messy black hair the colour of it seems to be faded away due to time? The left eye of the doll almost fell out hanging by the thin tread while the other of different colours were stitched by the different tread. “Kid is you perhaps searching for me” Ren stood being the girl with his hands folded over his chest. Making the girl jump out of her skin a silent scream escaped from her throat as if her heartbeat. The doll she was holding slips from her hand falling to the ground. “Did you find the boy?” the granny asked, making finally opening the door what felt like forever to find the key to the house. Well, it did seem relevant at the same time it's not often that everyone asks for the

I told him and he shook his head. "Be nice babe," Miguel stated and I told him of course I'd be. I picked up Rai and set him on my lap as he watched me curiously. I felt an interesting feeling of being drained when I held him but, unlike a normal person I could refill whatever life force he took from me being the son of a God. I glanced at Miguel and knew with him being Life he wouldn't have sensed it. "You're not a nice boy," the child stated with accusing eyes. I chuckled and said,"I am Death, little one and am nice to those I chose to be." Rai blinked rapidly and fussed a bit before pulling off the tiara on his head and laying down against my chest.

"𝗜'𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗯𝘂𝗶𝗹𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗟𝘂𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗶𝗺𝗶𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗲. 𝗜'𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝗕𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘄𝗼𝗼𝗱. 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗜'𝘃𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗻 𝗯� ��𝗰𝗸."

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.

"Good. Now, Lila. The relic. Hand it over." "Let her go first." "I'm done negotiating. Give me the relic or watch her die." His claws pressed harder. Drew blood. "Five seconds. Five. Four. Three." "Here!" Lila threw the pendant. Black Moon caught it one-handed. Smiled under his hood. "Thank you." Then he covered her nose with his hands. The girl gurgled. Collapsed. "NO!" Lila's scream was inhuman. "NO! YOU SAID YOU WOULD NOT KILL HER!"

Black hole. Hamish was looking at the woman who was lying on his couch with a frown on her face. Or rather, the thief... He had carried her into his living room and then he had looked for anything on her to identify her but she had no papers so he had to take a picture of her to send to a friend to search in the American databases... He would like to have a drink but he was afraid that the young woman would run away... He wondered why he was unable to call the police... That's what all normal people do after discovering a thief in their house...

A lush garden filled with vibrant flowers and towering trees. In the centre lies a small, serene grave adorned with a single peony. Rhys with a weathered face and gentle eyes, slowly approached, his steps heavy with the weight of memories. Raindrops fell softly, casting a melancholic veil over the scene. He smiled down at the grave and replaced the weathered Peony with a new one. “Another day, my doll.” With trembling hands, he delicately placed a fresh peony on the grave, its petals glistening with raindrops. He knelt beside it, his movements slow and deliberate. Sitting beside the grave, he gazed at it with a mixture of longing and acceptance.

But this time I dreaded it more than the first. My eyes shot wide. There he was standing in all black , with a hoodie over his face. I peered closer, the only thing I could make out was the sinister smile that reached up the shadow hiding the rest of his face. My gaze drifted to the opposite side of the road and I spotted Andrew's BMW-I8 parked there. Could it actually be his? No, no! Colour drained from my face and I looked on in horror. A shrill scream left my lips as I cowered to the floor both hands covering my ears.

Holding a baby with a black birthmark on his forehead at the edge of the cliff. "I saw it..." Black tears were flowing through her angelic face. "I saw.. it...this child." She pointed a black dagger made up of her blood to her son's face. "Rean! put my son down!!" A sudden thunder has struck the woman, lighting up the whole place. Kepler grins. His son was growing way too far from his grip. The other team has lightened up the torch with the red smoke, Alkhun lighted up the torch with black smoke...