My Life Dolls Black Novels & Stories

Tell me whom you belong? I hissed in pain and said, I am your doll. I only belong to you. I am only yours". We are actually going to a party. Well, he forced me to come with him to the party. Right Now, We are at the party and everyone is enjoying it. He is holding my waist and meeting with many people. But my whole mind is occupied by my brother and sister. This psycho intends to kill them. I don't know for which reason he wants to kill them. This man is after my family like a mad dog.

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.”

"What lifelike doll? I haven't ordered anything!" The courier glanced at the delivery note. "That's right, the sender is listed as Madam Ashford Senior." The scene fell into silence, then erupted in chaos. "Mr. Black ordered a lifelike doll?" "No way, could it be the kind of lifelike doll I'm thinking of?" "And it's from Madam Ashford Senior? What does it imply about their relationship?" "I heard Mr. Black was quite the ladies' man when he was young. Women lined up to chase after him!"

I level a cool gaze at the black haired Barbie. “Did you see the lady who purchased this?” I ask in my most patronising tone but there’s really no need for that because Barbie looks ready to do whatever I tell her. Good for both of us. I push the paper bag forward. She spares a look at her manicured nails and frowns at the pink colour. “The blackie?” My fingers stop moving, my head snaps to her head. “Excuse me?” “The woman, yeah? The black one,” she says. “She’s so black she could be related to darkness.”

*Ana* “Oh…“ I barely manage to utter as I feel myself freeze on the spot. I only watch the maid continue to pull the doll out. Mykhol takes it from her to push into my free arm. I numbly feel the doll's long red wavy hair cascading over my arm. What is this? Unable to speak, I can only look back at the teen. My eyes dart around him as if to see some answer. But he doesn’t help at all. He’s just standing there grinning at me. What...this… My mind is trying to process the next word and failing. Finally, though, the teen doesn’t seem bothered by my silence, instead, he seems to take the opportunity to speak. I feel a rush of relief as he lets go of my hand- which I instantly pull back toward me

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I hid it under my bed so that she can not see the dolls. Just like what I said, Rhea burned the dolls when she caught me playing with it one night. Her excuse is that I am too old of playing dolls and I must focus on my studies. But what the heck? Is a seven year old girl old enough for playing dolls? That was my first and last toy! After what happened, my father did not bring any dolls again. I think Rhea scolded him for bringing toys in the house. "That was sad. You did not even enjoyed your childhood," Miss Fatima said. I feel like she feels pity on me.

"Street stall?" Morgan was stunned for a moment, "This is obviously a store." "So what?" Ashley said, "Didn't you just say that a few hundred dollars is a street stall? This set is only a few hundred. It’s exactly what you call street stalls!” Morgan frowned, “Ashley, are you joking?” “What’s wrong? I strictly follow your standards.” Ashley said confidently. Morgan twitched the corner of his mouth, "This is the property of the Blackstorm family, even if it is a street vendor, it is also a street vendor of my Blackstorm family. Will the things of the Blackstorm family... would it be bad?"

A cold chill tousled through the hairs on the back of my neck and filtered down my spine, prompting me to spin around and make it back towards the front of the door when my eyes were drawn into something I had not really noticed previously. A dazzling porcelain doll sat competently on a rocking chair, facing my direction. She initially appeared to be expensive and visually striking, as if she has a million bolts of charm and glamour lurking beneath her smile. Her ocean-blue eyes have depths of innocence in them, and it seemed as though an inevitable gravity was dragging me in to explore those vast sets of orbs.

Mikael was in complete shock at her study; it was beautiful in an almost morbid, macabre way. We both took a seat next to each other on the couch while Sajida sat on the other side of her desk in her throne. She flipped a lock of hair over her shoulder and just grinned at us; she enjoyed being right. She knew I would come here. All she had to do was wait. Before Mikael and I could say anything, we both saw small shadows under a console table by the wall underneath a window. Mikael jumped slightly, but I knew what they were - the small dolls that I met the last time we were here. There were three of them - one with a pentagon on its belly, another with a triple moon, and the last one with a t