Possessed Dolls Robert Novels & Stories

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."

A face that cost more than my entire wedding did once. But the eyes.They were still mine. Still Melissa’s. Still full of fury and loss. I pressed both palms flat against the marble sink and leaned in closer. Studying. Searching. As if, if I looked hard enough, I’d see the woman Robert walked out on. The woman who once believed love could heal anything. She wasn’t there. Only this stranger. This weapon in silk. “Robert ruined you. The least you can take back is your power.” Dante’s words echoed.

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."

The person sitting across from me revealed all the details of Chen Boyan to me, telling me that my intimate lover was in fact a drug dealer, telling me how ruthless Chen Boyan really was, and how he was an outright bad person. My mind was racing, and I could not act too calmly at that time, nor could I completely lose my mind as a loser. The woman who has to be portrayed as resolute, decisive, oh yes, and completely sincere to Chen Boyan. Eleven hours after I was kidnapped, Chen Boyan finally appeared in the factory where I was kidnapped. He was born to be black, and later I realized that he was a demon who was absorbed in sin. I was tied hand and foot, looking at him tearfully, while my lov

Robert is the one who answers stepping into the room and pulls the glass from his inner coat pocket. “Then what are we waiting for? Why don’t we combine the rest of the ingredients?” Roman asks as though the procedure in discussion is nothing more than a business plan that needs executing. “We don’t have quartz dust from the soul plant.” I say feebly. With all eyes on me, I explain how Robert and I looked through the fields but it was recently tended too by the vampire gardener. Robert also reveals the mark that the claws of that disgusting creature had left. He pulls back his shirt and three punctured holes are pierced through his skin. Dry blood is crusted around the wounds, though the hol

Sophia said after a bit. Calla's lips curled into a small satisfied smile. She twisted the doorknob and pushed the door open. She took a small peek in, scanning the room, before walking inside and shutting the door gently. Sophia sat on the bed, with her legs crossed. Calla approached her. She watched as the girl was aggressively cutting old stuffed dolls with a pair of scissors. Calla gulped, sinking into the bed beside her. She saw Sophia's lips pressed hard, as she destroyed doll after doll. She would toss the ruined ones to the ground, and pick up another one, sentencing it to the same fate as the last.

I've been preserved in amber, I am one with the sheets, I am zen. Back at the plush bed, I sink even further into comfort, soft sweet smelling fabric pushing against my cheek. My limbs are pliant, every muscle in my face relaxed, each breath in and out is evenly spaced. Relaxed back into the same fucking position I collapsed in last night. This guy is a FUCKING IDIOT. Does he really think I am his actual pet and not a woman planning violent, glorious murder.

The possessiveness that had been bubbling within him reached a boiling point, and he suddenly grabbed Luna's neck, pulling her into a fierce kiss. His hands held her body tightly against his, his lips claiming hers in a possessive manner. He needed to remind both her and himself that she was his, and that no one else had the right to lay a finger on her. as he broke the kiss, Luna stared at him with wide eyes, trying to catch her breath she spoke, "What happened baby?" Arthur's eyes were still darkened, the possessive fire within him not quite extinguished yet. He looked at her, his eyes roaming over her face and body, as if making sure she was still his.

David looked like he was resting so I turned around, "any change come get me, if he wakes up come get me. Do you understand?" Carl nodded, "don't worry he is in good hands." I sighed walking out the door back into the brilliant white glow of the torture room. It was even now being cleaned, the smell of bleach hit me hard as I walked through. Taking a deep breath I twisted the knob half expecting to see Taylor but instead, it was just Roark sitting on the couch looking at the tv almost bored. Sitting up straight he looked up at me, "Taylor hasn't woke up yet. David....is he..."

She barely caught it but once it touched her skin, she clenched her fist so hard, suddenly enraged. “You can look into it after we face my father.” Sheels stared at Perry who had understood the meaning behind the glimmer of her orbs. “What we know for sure is that Robert is indeed the president’s minion. His obligation was to deliver young and fresh girls in their headquarters, but he had this uncontrollable thirst for kids. In his own volition, he played with them for a little while before delivering them as what he’s supposed to do.” Hera could see in her mind’s eye, the terrible fate awaiting hundred of innocent girls as Robert’s grubby hands clawed on their fragile bodies, and her eyes o