My Life Dolls Black Novels & Stories

-Please, sir, I didn't know they would be there, the stranger pleads. Just as I expect Damon to say something, he shoots the man in the leg. A sound that seems to come from hell escapes his mouth in the form of a laugh. The stranger's groans barely audible, drowned out by Damon's hysterical laughter. I want to intervene, but I feel incapable of making a move. All the rumors were true; Damon Black is a monster, and I need to get away from him. -Miss, what are you doing here?

Then black. Nothing.

Now, standing in this elevator, facing Damien’s cold stare, a rage I’d never felt before burned in my chest. He walked toward us slowly. Each step was a claim of ownership. "A perfect piece of porcelain," his voice was a low hiss. "Such a shame it breaks so easily." He stopped in front of me. He reached out to touch my face. "But it's still my porcelain to break."

Valeria recognized it, and almost turned away—until she saw the stitching on the doll’s back. There was a seam there. It looked ordinary at first glance, except the thread was black. If that toy had been repaired by the booth guy, he would’ve used a less noticeable thread—not black. “Was that toy already ripped before?” she asked, hopeful. The booth guy looked where she pointed and frowned. “No, it wasn’t,” he replied. Without wasting a second, Valeria ran after the father and his kid. “Excuse me! Hi! Can I have that toy?” she asked quickly, her tone urgent.

" * Pftt* ... By the way, why are you holding dolls? Was there like a sale out there or something and you discovered your creepy plangonologist side? What? Your girlfriend keeping you on a tight leash, so you're fucking dolls now?" ".... Ohhhh... Yeah, that's definitely it. You know I was really tempted with this one doll that was on sale because it really looks like you." "* Scoffs* Brat. There's no way they sell old man dolls, now do they?" " They do! It's called grandpa Galahad and it comes with 3 very kinky kinds of underwear. " " That's disturbing in so many ways. " V4 shuddered. I slowly hold one of the dolls really close to his face and wait. V4 turns to look at me and was shocked to

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.]

The street lamps began to crumble just like they had done the day of the accident, the earth crumbling as the ground quaked. “Seems you could use a little help, little vamparina.” A masculine voice resonated in the air. Vamparina? There he stood, along with my parents, his eyes red, his black dreadlocks running down along his face, his muscles big, merging perfectly with his physique, his perfectly chiseled jawline with a black cloak on. “Blood!” They groaned. “Back to the underworld.” He said as he raised his hands. The air stood still, flame engulfing the creatures in a minute. Groans filled the air as they began to disintegrate into soot, flowing along with the wind.

" she'd also look good in pale pink" * sight* " this isn't going anywhere" said Kaya " Celea, what dress do you find better" asked her mother " I look good in everything but why can't I just wear a black one" asked Celea " absolutely not" " it's enough black for a while" said her mother " that's right, this is a celebration not a funeral" also added Kaya " that's true but I'm mourning" said Celea wich was true the reason she always wore black was for all the people she had lost along the time

"You make compelling points." "And look." Ariel and Ivory looked at the store, seeing more Black girls walk inside. "Seems to attract a lot of girls. Black girls." She said, "But that's just me talking and maybe, he did get in a fight. I'm just saying, there's a possibility that there was more to that fight. I like that green dress better, momma. It's winter and that shade of green really compliments your skin."

Yman's body was enveloped by black mana as he was slowly pushing his body to get up. The Noble Rat wondered if this person just playing dead a moment ago. Never did the Noble Rat expected for this human to hide such a card up his sleeves. He was dying just a moment ago, but now, his body had something weird on it. The current Yman has ears the same as the Noble Rat but it colored like black smoke. His hands have black long nails but the sizes and forms were the same as that of the Noble Rat and his eyes had turned red, but in this state, his vision was unhindered in this dark surroundings. He even has a black tail grown on its back the same as the Noble rat.