My Life Dolls Black Novels & Stories

Vyom’s POV . . . I couldn’t help myself from stealing a glance of my doll. She had worn all-black outfits. Her eyes were fierce like she was about to kill everyone, her long hair was hidden because of the bun. She was wearing dark makeup, which was tempting me. .

I didn't want to be subjected to the torture of having to put up with this shitty attitude. "Do you even realize what you have agreed to?" Silas scoffed, looking down at me like a dumb child incapable of making decisions. "We cannot let you in on any of our business or plans without you belonging solely to The Black Rose... there will be no out for you," Silas emphasized. "Not even when Elijah's killer is found," he declared coldly—or rather, with a satisfied tone.

15 Momma’s told me once or twice—and sometimes I remember—about the doll I had when I was really little. Samelsa. A name I made up myself. Mom says I wouldn’t stand for it when anyone dared mishear me and try to call her ‘Sam’. “Sam is a girl-name for hookers and strippers. Maybe waitresses,” she says. “I think you knew that, too. Even then. If people dared call your doll ‘Sam’ you’d give them the blackest evil eye. That look on your face! It was like a witchy old woman who’d just caught her neighbor’s dog peeing on her front porch.”

No DelValle blood is spilled without consequence. **Belle Perez-DelValle now carries DelValle blood within her. Yet you knowingly sought to take the lives of both my daughter-in-law and my unborn grandchild.** Dr. Holly's lips parted slightly. The anger in her eyes began to waver. She continued reading. **You asked for DelValle blood.** **You failed.** **Now I ask for yours.** **A blood for a blood.** **A life for a life.** The note ended there.

He appeared like Boo from Monster, Inc. I inclined my head to the side and asked Jessa"Do you by any chance have a black dildo? ". " I actually have one in my bag". I am not surprised after seeing her ass plug collection in her bag. I know this girl can carry anything in her bag. If there is a red room in her bag I wouldn't be astonished. She brought a black dildo but it was not some average five inch, it must be at least ten inch .It is a thick black monster cock with a wide base along the balls . My eyes turned as big as a saucer and my jaw dropped.

Noah drawled. “…times? You counted?” ಠ_ಠ “No, twenty…years…” (／≧ω＼) Black: (눈_눈) Black’s mind suddenly shook as he realized the truth. This person in front of him was just messing around!!! He actually didn’t give two shits about which part of his life was true or false! He didn’t even remember his life!!! (ꐦ▔皿▔) “You…! Stop messing around! I’m being serious here!”

Hence, she had no other choice but to take up this deal. “Myka, notify the R&D department to create a sex doll that’ll make Titus Black crave it.” Wondering whether she was hearing things, Myka asked, “Are you serious? Do you really want to work with that demon?” “Titus Black is rich, and he’s ready to spend money to buy pleasure. If we can give him that pleasure, we’ll earn a lot.” “That’s true. But he’s really nitpicky. What if we can’t create it?”

Renata appeared from the doorway. "Nothing." "Do you have siblings?" They asked Black and he exhaled. "No..." "Well,you've got two now." She smiled at the slightly stunned Black. "Uhm... it's an honour?" He smiled behind his mask. They both had smiles on their faces. "You do realize you can take your mask off now?" "Yup." "So?" "Not yet." He responded. "Okay, at your own pace." "Are you a fan of monopoly?" "No." He responded and regretted it immediately upon seeing Renata's downcast face.

“No, mom it is perfect. Just how did they get it to look exactly like me? Did you send them a pic or something?” Gazing up into her eyes, she smirks and then answers after a few seconds, “No. That was the weird thing. When I looked it up online like my friend Betty told me to, it was the first one in the product line and it called to me. As you can see it looks just like you. Betty had told me that their dolls were lifelike and at first I didn’t believe her, till I saw the pictures in person.” Taking her hand and holding it, I ask softly, “Is that why you bought it?”

Chapter 1 The room was gloomy and dimly lit. The only beam of light in the darkness came from the screen of the Television. Nestled in my usual chair, my eyes rested on the flickering screen of the big box. On the screen of the box was a girl, staring at three traditional african dolls, all of them were dressed in white gowns. One was burned to a crisp, the second was only scorched on one side and the third was untouched by the flames. The girl reached out her hand and picked up the doll that had not been burned. She smiled down on it and caressed its cheek. The doll had eyes that seemed to sparkle. I stared in horror as the sparkly eyes suddenly warped into a bloody red. The doll cackled fi