Porcelain Doll Novels & Stories

At the very center of the table sat an Evil Doll. The doll was only about half a foot tall, dressed in a kimono. The silk fabric shimmered with an eerie luster in the dimness, embroidered with intricate golden vine patterns. Some of the gold threads had already worn out, revealing the dark base beneath, resembling dried bloodstains.

She quickly started gathering her dolls. “No,” Araceli said softly. “Don’t pack them up.” Gianna paused and looked confused. Araceli smiled and lowered herself to the floor beside her, picking up one of the dolls with a soft gasp. “This one’s so pretty. She’s got beautiful long blonde hair, a tiara, and a fancy ball gown… is she a clown?” Gianna blinked, then giggled soft and short. “No. She’s not.” Araceli raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure?”

“This one’s from you and Daddy Mercer?” Kade sits beside me on the couch, watching her. “Yeah, open it.” She rips the paper carefully, she's not like most kids who would destroy the wrapping paper in the process. When she finally pulls off the wrapping, she gasps, eyes going huge. A porcelain doll, dressed in an elegant Victorian gown, her face painted delicately, her curls perfect. Harlow stares at it, completely still, before looking up at us, her lip trembling slightly. “She’s so pretty,” she whispers.

“Whatever it is, it can’t be worse than that.” The door opens, and three guards walk in, each carrying a stack of… plastic dolls? My brows knit in confusion as they start handing them out, one to each of us. I frown as the guard places one in front of me. Its blank, lifeless eyes stare up at me. Zoe pokes the doll with one finger, wrinkling her nose. “What the fuck do plastic dolls have to do with our class? This better not mean what I think it means,” she mutters under her breath, turning the doll over in her hands like it’s some alien artifact.

The Jester. I stopped. My breath caught in a throat that had suddenly turned to sandpaper. In the center of the harsh white circle of light, the dolls were changing. Porcelain doesn’t move. Glass eyes do not react. But as the artificial glare of my phone hit their faces, I saw it—a synchronized, oily motion. All their pupils retracted. The black centers of those fixed glass eyes, which should have been nothing more than painted beads or static crystal, shriveled into pinpricks, reacting to the light exactly like a human eye.

And it was filled with dolls. Not children's dolls. Life-sized, hyper-realistic silicone figures arranged on display stands, each one posed differently. Some sat on velvet chairs, some stood against the walls, some lay on the large bed in the center of the room. They had perfect bodies—round breasts, small waists, full hips. Faces that were beautiful but empty. Celeste's hand came up to cover her mouth. "What... what is this place?" I walked past her into the room, running my hand over the arm of one of the dolls. The silicone felt almost like skin, warm to the touch from the climate control.

In his massive, clawed hand, he held something dripping thick with black sludge. Marcus came in close behind, clutching a silver broadsword like it was the only sensible thing left in the world. “What is that?” I asked, my voice tight, staring at the grotesque thing as it dripped onto the Persian rug. It was an effigy. A twisted, horrifying doll made from dried swamp vines, tied together with human hair, and crowned with the bleached skull of a wolf pup. Its eye sockets glowed with sickening, unnatural purple light.

Jia looked at Sir Benjamin, "May I have just one of this?" It would be a great help for her. Sir Benjamin touched his mustache, "Hoho. You are shameless for asking something worth of millions for free, huh?" Jia stiffened. M-millions? Jia withdrew her hand. She could understand the price since some of them were made of gold thus they were expensive. But there were also things here that were made of cheap things. Like that small ugly doll that was placed in a glass container. "How about that? It was sewed poorly with cheap clothes. Surely it wasn't that expensive right? Although it has a special aura, since the materials are cheap, you can give it to me, right?"

He says looking at her, as she quickly swallows the rest and licks around her mouth. "Good girl, but you did waste some and you know daddy doesn't like it right? So, what should daddy do hmm? Let me think, daddy should punish you, right?" He chuckles and walks to the suite's closet where he keeps all his toys. She keeps looking his way like a lost puppy; she sees him go through the closet and gulps down feeling a little nervous. After a while, he comes back with a smug look on his face."Oh, you love these." He says dangling the nipple clamps in front of her. No! She absolutely hates them, they hurt so badly. He knows her breasts are sensitive, yet he keeps on torturing her. Her breasts are a

The doll was custom made and had a face that was exact replica of Mahira’s face. Mahira somehow managed to look at the doll’s face, to her horror it was indeed a replica of herself in a belly dance costume, only this costume was more skimpy, 'was this some kind of joke?, was this really Tazz’s idea or Sonia’s?,’ she was flabbergasted , the face of the doll was indeed that of hers, she just realised how this ugly guy had just squeezed the doll’s breast, it was equivalent to have done it to her. She thought she’d had enough. “Mr. Goldwyn, you may please carry on with your celebrations, I have another official assignment to deal with,” saying so she turned to leave