Possessed Dolls Robert Novels & Stories

he plumped down to the bed, "... You're not really doing reflection type shit right now. And it's freaking me the fuck out." "Really Rob? After all the shit you've been through, this is the one thing that's freaking you out?" "Look, I'm not really going with the idea I'm speaking to my fucking shadow here. You're supposed to be quiet, and copying me, and not engaging me in a conversation." "And you’re supposed to look like a human being. Not some walking dead type of shit. So get your head out of your ass, and stop exaggerating. This is all because of that ring you got there." It said, pointing to Robert's middle finger.

she screams, her voice piping and furious. A boy walks into the room—Tobias. He looks exactly like the boy at the well, only older here, maybe seven. He doesn’t try to take the doll. Instead, he calmly lies down on the floor beside the bed, crossing his ankles, and stares up at the embroidered canopy. “You can keep her then,” he says, his tone oddly mature. “I heard that a doll like that turns into a full colony of hair lice at night. They’ll nest in your hair and eat your scalp.”

he jeered, “And I think you know who it belonged to.” Alex was losing it with each passing second, his breathing turning into hissing. “Where is she?” he snarled at Robert. “What have you done to her?!” “Nothing yet,” Robert replied with an arrogant smirk. “Don’t worry, she’s securely locked in a cage like the animal she is.” Robert walked slowly and menacingly over to stand in Alex’s face once again, holding the pendant in the air the entire time. “I’ve tried being nice, but you chose to play this the hard way. I told you I would not ask a second time, so I’ll make it simple for you.” His voice suddenly changed to a cold, sadistic tone as he delivered a bone-chilling threat to Alex. “Tell m

After washing Layla and drying her, Avery went to check on Robert. Robert had already come out of the shower and had changed into new pajamas. He had seemingly recovered, except that the skin on his neck was still red. "Mommy, look!" Robert had already forgotten about the unpleasant experience earlier. He had slept for a while inside the car and felt extremely energetic. He held the toy robot that Hayden had bought him and showed it to Avery. "Hayden bought this for me. This robot can transform! It's super cool!" Robert said as he took out the remote controller to control the robot.

said Haya. "Tssk! try not to believe in apparitions! Fear life! It's conceivable that someone took him and not a ghost" said Asher. "Of course, Haya and I heard and heard that last ghost evening! We even heard him whistle, when we left the library. "said Tora. "If we assume that he murmured and called you, it is conceivable that he is a person and not an apparition. It is conceivable that he does intend to threaten and rob the understudy." said Asher.

, Robert mumbled to the sexpot stroking his dick. “I want it in advance then. I’ll accompany you to whichever hell hole you take me after you transfer 1500 dollars to my landlord’s account”, the woman proved to be a hard bargainer. She nonetheless sucked on his fingers while stroking his hard on. Robert was near bursting point with the heady seduction and quickly transferred the demanded amount before pulling the sex bomb out of the bar and into his car. Robert quickly drove to the apartment which once housed Jessica. After Sarah had refused to stay there, he had turned the apartment into a den for sexual gratification with a large collection of latest sex toys. His four post bed with handcu

Ava sprints off the room as if escaping a heated oven. Robert tries to reach and stop her, but for a moment his hand doesn't dare to touch even a strand of her hair. His body almost feels like he is possessed by a strange spirit. He knows that the girl is not someone he can obtain even if he sells his soul to the demons. Settles back on the leather chair, he brushes his hairs resting his head.

That’s how he sees me, because deep down, he still blames me for why Mom’s gone. We finally arrived in front of a tall gate. Above it, there was that said Allard, and it looked like it was made of gold. Allard? You mean Aaron Allard? The famous business tycoon who owns those world-renowned resorts and hotels? What could Dad possibly want here? And if we’re here at Aaron Allard’s place right now, that means we’re also going to see- “I’m glad you made it here safely, Mr. Lucas. It’s truly a pleasure to meet you. Welcome to my humble home. I’m Aaron Allard.”

Now, standing in this elevator, facing Damien’s cold stare, a rage I’d never felt before burned in my chest. He walked toward us slowly. Each step was a claim of ownership. "A perfect piece of porcelain," his voice was a low hiss. "Such a shame it breaks so easily." He stopped in front of me. He reached out to touch my face. "But it's still my porcelain to break."