Possessed Dolls Robert Novels & Stories

He couldn’t recall the last time he had such deep emotions, or this barbaric urge to possess someone. This woman had been his living nightmare, an object for all his desires ever since he first laid his eyes on her. The little girl who ran towards him with bunch of chocolates in her hand, some stuffed in her mouth and her face covered with the sweet chocolates. Her soft supple skin glistening under the sun, the white dress she wore had specks of brown, yet Rhys was completely bewitched. How could someone look so disgustingly adorable at the same time? He chuckled to himself. The memory of that day was still afresh in his head.

When Jackson reached out and grabbed it, Hana smiled and said, "No worries. There's nothing he can do to me; let go," Jackson didn't volunteer to let go of his hand slowly. His eyes stared at the strand of the soul, trying to bite Hana. Jackson watched Hana consult her again, finally letting go completely. Robert's soul wants rushes to devour Hana's tiny body but is caught by Mrs. Vinlot. She put Robert's soul in a jar, closed the lid, and then put it in Hana's hand. "It's safer," Mrs.Vinlot said.

Robert said snidely to Becky and Della, who looked at each other in total disbelief. The queen had simply had enough of Robert. She stepped forward and told the girls to get back and to hold on to each other as tightly as they could. Then the queen began to sway and chant as her two sisters appeared again, and they all chanted and swayed together. It wasn't long before Robert started to writhe and flail on the floor. His body then began to levitate into the air and he began to change. The air filled with the familiar stench of the sprite people, and in a flash of light and a burst of energy, Robert became a big, stinking sprite.

Her scent was the first to drive him insane with thirst for blood and hunger to relieve his little brother already throbbing hard. Robert had to be sure that the little girl was willing, so he enquired from her, when the lady nodded her head, Robert almost ran insane as his eyes started becoming red. He thought the little girl almost in her late teens would ran away but she just stared back at him as she removed her clothes.

Then i'd wrap them up and lead them to the door after paying them generously. But not Noelle, she was innocent, and a precious piece of stone that i'd never want to let go of. She arose a fire in my body that wasn't going to go out for now or ever. I was always driven at a quote that whatver I wanted I had to have willingly or forcefully. And within this time I will make Noelle mine. She will be my possesion and a good one too. I'd make damn sure of it. "Gentlemen," I greeted. "I have little to no time to waste so please get this meeting on role I have a lot more things to tend to at this moment,"

Robert said, as he tsked from behind one tree, “ I wonder what's up with you two.” Then Ronald appeared, giving me that “you owe me” stare…and there was no Reynold. “You should be more faster when it comes to your puppy Robert.” Jason replied, and before I could say anything he vanished, again. And for the first time I was able to catch his scent…a very disturbing one. “Do we have to put you in shackles before you learn?” Robert asked as he grabbed my arm, squeezing it like he was going to rip it off as he pulled me along roughly.

“Instead, you chose to tear down everything good in your life. You abused Zara. You manipulated Katy. You turned your own family against you. And now you’re here, holding a pregnant woman hostage because you can’t accept responsibility for your own failures.” Robert’s face had gone purple with rage. “You think you’re so superior, don’t you? So righteous?” “I think you’re broken. And I’m sorry for whatever pain you’ve felt. But this? This is insane. This is evil. And it needs to stop.” “It stops when I say it stops!” Robert gestured with the knife. “Now, you’re going to do exactly what I tell you. You’re going to drive to your house right now, gather all your company documents, all your accou

"He is my son too, Jack. In a twisted, biological way. I failed him. I let them torture him to perfect you." Jack looked at his obsidian hand. "He’s not just a victim anymore, Dad. He’s a predator. And he’s going to kill thousands of people tomorrow to prove he exists." "I know," Robert’s voice broke. "That’s why I brought this." Robert reached into his coat and pulled out a small, heavy object wrapped in velvet. He handed it to Jack. It was an antique pocket watch. Brass, tarnished by time. Jack clicked it open. The gears were still turning, rhythmic and precise.

So yes, I'm here asking for your help because we need to find her. The gun didn't waver, but something changed in Robert's expression. "Start talking," he said. "Tell me everything and if I smell you're lying, this conversation ends with your brains on my floor." I believed him… and as I told him everything. Including how I locked his daughter in a dungeon and the shameful act of forcing myself on her. Robert's expression grew darker with each word, but the gun never wavered. "You locked my daughter in a dungeon," he said, his voice deadly quiet. "Based on circumstantial evidence and your own paranoia."

They'd rather bolt than hang around in a room full of creepy baby dolls. As they swung the door open, the high school girl greeted them with a sly smile. The light casting shadows from beneath her chin made her look even more eerie and terrifying. Another ghost hovered in the air and glided toward them like it was about to claim their lives. Stuart and Dylan felt like passing out right then and there. The ghostly figure hovering in the air was none other than Robert. He looked remarkably lifelike. In a creepy tone, he uttered, "I heard you guys are insane. I love hanging out with the insane."