Saw Doll Name Novels & Stories

Making Yamaga and Ren look at each other with concern over their face about the little girl who stood in front of them. “Zoe what is the name of your doll,” Ren asked with a smile on his face making the little girl break out of the cold sweat. Blinking her eyes a few times as she looks down at her dirty little doll in her arms. Squeezing her tighter than before lighting her gaze up to look at the both of them in front of her. “Her name is Daisy” she mumbles under her breath with the small smile formed over her lips. “Wow such a sweet name your doll has, do you always keep this doll with you” this made Zoe nod her head in response.

Olivia demanded taking the doll from Alice's hand, Alice tapping her small fingers on her chin thinking and glancing at the doll, "I can't think of any name, I don't know any good girlish name.” Alice angrily stomping her foot on the floor "Okay okay, don't worry, Mars gave you this doll and I will give her a name, So she will become a mutual gift of your BFFs!"...Olivia soothe her anger, kids are so pure that can be moulded anyways she thought looking at Alice glittering eyes with that idea.

she spread her arms wide. "Is that true, mum?" Aiden asked and I nodded. "Can we pick names for her?" Addison asked. "Eve!" Addison's human friend, Melanie piped. "No. Abigail!" Erin countered. "Or Adele!" Addison said. "That is the name of my favorite doll, and it sounds like my name." I chuckled and shook my head. "Your father already has that sorted out." "I want a girl," Addison said dreamily. "We can play dolls... Aiden is a terrible doll player-"

she exclaimed swinging her doll in the air. “Well, it wasn’t a ball,” Meg reminded her. “It was just a party.” “But Dolly New Eyes says it’s the same!” Ruth insisted. Dolly New Eyes had gotten her name when Daddy had to replace the originals with marbles last year. The doll had been Meg’s when she was a girl, but now she was Ruth’s fondest friend, and she was rather happy to see her out and about aboard the Titanic. “Dolly New Eyes knows a lot about such things, then?” Meg asked.

She was the one doing the whole baby care and stuff, while I was distracted by other important things called Belle. "No, I'm good." I turned to touch the doll's head. "You're awfully quiet. Look at other couples playing around with their babies. We are doing like ours is sick or perhaps even dead." "Ahh," I picked up the doll from her hands. "What's its name?" "Her. I named her Maya. That's my twin sister's name." "Okay, perfect." I rocked Maya back and forth a few times, then I threw her up in the air. Thinking I'd catch her, I stretched my arms forward but she fell to the ground, a loud wail coming from her at once.

" she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Penelope allowed herself to be led, her curiosity piqued. The girls proudly displayed the dolls, each one meticulously dressed and positioned as if mid-adventure. Penelope's breath caught as she recognized them "These... these were mine when I was your age she said softly, reaching out to touch one. Daphne beamed. "Really? What are their name?" Penelope settled next to her daughters look, picking up the first doll. "This is Lily. She was my favorite, she said, brushing a strand of the doll's hair back. She moved to the next one, her voice gentle and filled with nostalgia. "And this is Dora. And that one over there is Sophie."

She lets go of my hand and holds up her doll, which has seen much better days. “Daddy made her for me.” She presses the doll into my hand. “Oh?” I examine the toy, which is made of fabric and leather and has black hair made of yarn. It’s been sewn back together several times from what I can see. “What’s her name?” “Dolly.” The little girl beams. “What a fine name,” I smile back. Why is she still here? Also, where the hell is her mother? I glance around the clearing. We’re alone together. No other voices drift in the soft, warm breeze.

Malcolm. “It’s complicated,” she said finally. “But I wasn’t prepared to live outside these walls.” Mrs. Malcolm was about to reply when two girls came running up, interrupting the moment. “Karen! Look at my new doll!” the little girl shouted excitedly, holding out the toy. Karen smiled—a genuine smile, relieved by the interruption. “How beautiful! What’s her name?” “Linda,” the girl replied proudly. “Linda is a perfect name.” “And mine is called Princess,” said the other girl, showing her doll too.

"Mommy doesn’t have extra money to buy you a new one, sweetheart, but we can change her name…" No way, no fucking way. I am already a replacement for a Luna, and I would never be a replacement doll too. "How about…" I cut her off and all eyes turned to me. "You and your mommy, visit me one of these days at the pack house? I will make sure I have a lovely doll ready for you, and you can name her whatever you want. Then you don’t need to change her name." Her eyes rounded as she beamed happily at me. "I will give her your name, Luna Nadia. Then she can be friends with Andrea."

“It looks like this was a favorite doll?” Samantha nodded. “Yeah, it used to help me keep the nightmares away.” She smiled and hugged it tightly. “I don’t remember when I got it...but I’ve always had a strong connection to it. Like, it kept me safe.” She brought it to her face and breathed it in. I kissed her head lovingly. “Does it have a name?” “Of course it does! Her name is....” Samantha paused. “It's um....” She rubbed her head, and I felt a small flash of pain from our bond, and I started to worry. She gasped suddenly. “Her name is.... Benita.”