Only Hearts Doll Novels & Stories

He looked at me once, steady and unreadable. “You coming?” My heart hammered so hard it hurt. Fear clawed at me, but under it, something stirred. Something I hadn’t felt in years. Hope. I stepped forward. And I chose.

I was dumbfounded and had to turn to my side and look at the person, who turned out to be a little girl, who had messy black hair and was wearing a blue dress that had dirt on it. If I am not mistaken, she should be around 7 years old. “Little aunty, would you mind buying this heart from me? Please. I need the money for my sick mother. Please don’t refuse me like others”. Her sweet angelic voice came through, and tears slid down her cheeks as she offered me a heart stone. A small light-purple colored heart shaped pebble. The heart shaped pebble had broken into halves, with zig zag cracks. But they fitted perfectly when combined, and displayed the theme of a broken heart. A hurtful heart.

"You have a rainbow dress in this one!" I knelt beside her and traced a finger over the sketch. The figure she drew—me—had wild hair and big brown eyes, surrounded by stars. It made me look magical. Like a version of myself that hadn’t been bruised by grief or worn down by court documents. “I love it, baby. It’s perfect.” She beamed. “I’m gonna show Auntie Maya!” As she bolted to her room to grab her sketchbook, I stood up and looked around the apartment. The dining chairs were still missing—taken by Nathan's family when he passed away, some twisted game of who got to keep what. I hadn't replaced them. Couldn't yet.

The doll was staring at everyone in the room from behind the couch, and her sensory data had been cast on the TV screen, including her heartbeat, temperature, and every person she "saw" The viewers went wild in the comments. "Holy shit! Laura hid the doll in the karaoke room!" "The TV's showing the doll's point of view. So Dorothy's face is…" "Look at Dorothy! She's trembling!" A hush filled the room as everyone looked at the screen, then at Dorothy. The angle of the footage indicated that the doll's vantage point was right where Dorothy sat. As for the doll's heartbeat… It mirrored the figure on Dorothy's smartwatch: 142 beats per minute.

"Fair enough." Then the child floated toward Astra. And gently pressed a hand against her forehead. Silver light blossomed between them. Astra's eyes widened. "What was that?" The Heart smiled. "A gift." The little girl blinked. "What kind of gift?" The Heart grinned mischievously. "You'll find out." Astra looked deeply suspicious. The gathering laughed again. Then the Heart turned back toward the Dreamer. Toward its creator. Toward its oldest friend. The tears returned.

"I know I'm not—I know I don't have the right—" "Come in." Mira stepped aside. "Hope needs all the family she can get." Dante's face relaxed. He walked into the penthouse, looking around at the balloons, the banners, the chaos of a child's birthday party. "I've never been to one of these," he said. "Neither have I," Mira admitted. "We're both new at this." Dante knelt beside Hope, who was sitting on a blanket surrounded by toys. He held out the gift—a small wooden music box, hand-carved, delicate.

They know that Heloise Oliver is really good to them, but being good is really good, and being strict is also really strict. Heloise Oliver didn't care about this, but came up and said, 'Trisha, I entrust you with something.' Hearing this, Trisha suddenly became interested. 'What is it?' Heloise Oliver handed her the mobile phone and sink a track: 'find this to transform the heart.' Trisha just looked at it and got the impression, then looked at Heloise Oliver in surprise. 'Heloise Oliver, this demon heart, actually exists?' The so-called devil's heart is the pinnacle of today's high technology. It is said that this devil's heart is like a master key, and people who install it can have adven

“Izzу, hоw can you еvеn thіnk that? I’ve juѕt tоld уоu hоw уоu mаkе mе fееl, аnd you think I’m now turnеd оff by уоu? You evoke ѕо much раѕѕіоn іnѕіdе. I аm without a shadow оf dоubt tоtаllу, completely, hеаd over hееlѕ іn love with уоu.” “Rеаllу?” I asked ѕtіll unсеrtаіn. I wаѕ still waiting for thе mоmеnt that I’d wаkе uр from thіѕ аmаzіng dream. “Yеѕ, rеаllу, thіѕ іѕ уоurѕ.” He grаbbеd mу hand, directly рlасіng it оvеr his hеаrt. “Mу hеаrt wіll оnlу е vеr belong tо you. It wіll оnlу еvеr beat fоr уоu. Only уоu will have thе роwеr tо brеаk іt, іtѕ entire fate rеѕtѕ wіth you.”

“What the hell…” She reached inside carefully but the moment her fingers brushed the edge of the doll’s dress, she winced. A sharp pain sliced her palm. “Ah!” she gasped, pulling back as a thin line of blood trailed down her fingers. The doll slipped from her hands and hit the floor with a hollow clack. As it rolled, Maya saw it hidden beneath the folds of fabric were several thin, razor-like blades, carefully placed and stitched into the doll’s body like it had been designed for one purpose:

"Is there one that suits my pretty baby?" Hades's heart ached as Doll answered. "That one. It's the color of lilacs. There are few things more lovely than lilacs.” There was time for sweetness tonight as well as torment. "That’s the one I would have chosen as well." He moved in to kiss Doll passionately while he cupped the no-fur's cock in his paw, providing a bit of relief. "We will continue with our game once you've come for me but remember, try to remain as still as possible or this is the last time I will be kind tonight."