Saw Doll Name Novels & Stories

Where Sadey stood eagerly waiting for them. "This is him." She handed the doll to Tom. He looked at the smiling doll in a tiny red shirt, blue trousers and a tiny plastic sword. "Wow. This sir Darin looks nothing like the Darin I know. He's smiling. I don't think I've ever seen Darin smile before. Sadey giggled. "Darin does smile. He smiles at us right Lacey?" "Yes he does." Lacey nodded. "Ok. So this is Queen Gwen." She pointed at a doll beside her white and blue doll house. "She's the queen of this castle. And sir Darin looks after her."

I’d look into her eyes as she slowly bled to death. Dolly and Sugar were brought here together, and they were good friends. They never disobeyed Myrtle or the others, and they always looked perfect. Dolly, in particular, with her blond-fucking hair and perfect big blue eyes. That’s how she got the name Dolly. She looked like a fucking doll. "Arrow, why are you here?" Sugar whispered. "I don’t know." "Can’t believe you let them name you Arrow," Dolly said.

Nathan smiled. Alva approached again, handing her doll to Elena. “Mommy… this is the doll Mommy bought me when I turned five. Its name is Bubu.” Elena stared at the doll, her eyes welling up. “Bubu…” Elena hugged Alva again. “Thank you for coming today… everyone. Mommy will try my hardest to remember all of you.” Katty smiled while holding her mother’s hand. “We know Mommy can do it.”

“Sure, they’re all pretty. Does your dolls have names?” “Yeah, that one,” She pointed at the doll that she gave me. “Her name’s Trixie.” “Trixie huh?!” I looked at the doll on my hand and pretended that I’m talking to her. “Hi, Trixie.” I made my voice cartoonish to sound as if I’m part of the world that Marjorie was playing. “And this is Katya.” Marjorie said pertaining to the other doll that she was holding in her hand. “My mom named them.”

I repeated the name. Seth’s eyes widened with surprise, curious on such a name, as he used to know someone with that same name but he died along time ago. “How did you choose that?” I asked. “He told me” that would be impossible to hear a soul talk. “Oh, he did huh?” pondering if she can speak to souls now. Or was it really Ryder’s soul that I trapped in the doll, either one of those was not a good thing. “Yeah, his name is Ryder, I would like to stick with that”

"My family doesn't need me. If they needed me, I would not be here now in this state." William said. "I know how you are feeling right now but just promise us okay, we are doing for your own good." I look at them and smile faintly and nod my head. Rose smiled. "So what name do you want to change to? " "Hm, how about Rebecca Wilson? I have always liked this 'Rebecca' name since I was young. I would name all my dolls Rebecca." William laughed. "Seriously! You name all your dolls Rebecca? I think you are obsessed with the name." Rose and I laugh loudly.

she retorts, her voice a deep coating of excitement as she shows off her cute doll. I smile warmly at her. "She's so adorable. Have you given her a name yet?" I asked, brushing a strand of her hair to the back of her ear. Her eyes lights up. "She's Coco, mommy." She blurted out with her usual bubbly energy. I giggled, my gaze soft as I retorted. "That's a cute name." I mutter, smiling down at her and then l diverted my attention to Javier, who seemed oddly quiet.

she asked Alessa. “Hmm, let's see–how about yellow?” Alessa brightly said. “Ohh I forgot all about yellow. Like the sun! Okay!” Cindy excitedly cheered. “What’s your name?” Cindy asked. “It’s Alessa.” “It's pretty. Can I name my doll after you? I’ll make sure she isn't tied up like you.” Cindy innocently said. Jackie let out a whimper. “Would you play with me and my doll?” “No, go up. Now. Let's go.” Jackie grabbed her daughter’s hand and started walking up.

Her blonde hair was styled into a pigtail, and she had gray eyes just like her elder brother—likewise his boxy smile too. "I'll look around and signal you if I see something that she'd like," I said with a smile. "Thanks, Bunny." I laughed softly. I loved the nicknames my three handsome monsters had given me. Skylight. Bunny. Little Sparkles. They all made me feel like I was theirs. I wandered through the toy store, scanning the shelves. I finally spotted something I knew a six-year-old girl would love. I picked it up and was about to call Thorne when I saw Raven.