Shanghai Doll Novels & Stories

“Hey baby doll… did you really think you could escape me? Smash your phone, shred your SIM, hide behind your pathetic little lies — it doesn’t matter. I’ll always find you. I’ll seep into your life like rot, like maggots in flesh, and when you least expect it, I’ll remind you who owns you. You vanished, didn’t you? Busy spreading your legs for another man? Begging him to protect you now that your precious Damon abandoned you like the useless slut you are? Pathetic. You think he cares? You think anyone cares? They’ll all spit on you once they see those videos. But me? I’ll still be here. Watching. Collecting. Feeding on you. I’ll send you my trophies — your torn lingerie, soaked in your scent

I do not have any concrete idea of what he had seen on my face that made him nod in agreement and accept our invitation. We settled on our respective seats in the living room, and the horror movie was now rolling on the screen. The title of the movie was called Melpomene: Demonic Doll, and it was very terrifying and convincing. The characters were superb, you could actually believe that everything that was happening in the movie was all real. And the doll was beautiful at first, but turned out it was a possessed doll where a tormented soul was living inside its body as a vessel to reincarnate in a child's body. What's more deathly scary about the movie is that Melpomene, the doll, was hummin

I whispered, and with a nod we slipped inside. The apartment-style suite was weird. The humming coming from an old-fashioned radio on the nightstand, playing some kind of static-filled tune that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on the end. The bed was untouched, the sheets perfectly crisp as if no one had slept in it. But what really caught my eye was the collection of… dolls? “Okay, this is officially creepy,” Laura whispered, her eyes fixed on a shelf lined with porcelain dolls, each one staring ahead. “Let’s get out of here.”

"I'm so lucky to have you doll. Your my life you know? That's what la mia vita means And without you I wouldn't be able to survive. I know it sounds cliché and I'm being silly but I wouldnt be able to live without seeing your smile Your beautiful face every time I wake up Your messy buns Your red hair Your cute blush and your fiesty attitude. I want to wake up to your face every single morning of my life. I am so happy you're mine" He smiled down at me and I could see a pool of emotions in his eyes. Love he had just for me His doll. I cuddled closer to him taking in his scent. He wrapped his hands around my naked body

By the window, Neo watched as cars departed from the neighborhood. He reached out, slowly drawing the curtains closed. Picking up the zombie doll from the floor, he placed it on a shelf in the small room. Then he walked over to the cabinet furthest inside and pulled open the drawer. Inside the drawer lay a row of handmade dolls. They were all tattered and strange-looking. Some were missing arms, some had broken legs. Others had their mouths sewn shut, their faces expressionless. These dolls all bore a striking resemblance to Jenny. Neo picked up one of the dolls, looking at its broken arm, his eyes filled with a chilling sense of foreboding.

“What if I make it possible for us?” “How?” they asked in unison. “We go shopping tomorrow morning before heading home. We get elegant, mature outfits, shoes, bags, jewelry, makeup—everything. I’ll cover all the bills.” She paused, smiling mischievously. “Then we fake identities… and bribe our way in. How do you girls like that?” “Woah…” “Sounds good, doesn’t it?” Sofia winked dramatically. “Good…” “Yeah…” “Right…” ———————————— RELAXI DELI

“No, no, no—” She wanted to tear the bond out of her own skin. She wanted to rip the mark from her throat. She wanted to be anywhere but here, dangling like a broken marionette, humiliated and ruined and still somehow burning inside. Burning in a way that didn’t feel like life, didn’t feel like power. Burning like a curse that refused to go quiet. The Devil’s broken doll. A thing posed and left, meant to be looked at, meant to be remembered.

“Oh, Mr. Luciano doesn’t want to let loose for our doll. He bids thirty million dollars. Does anyone want to get higher than thirty?” I now had a hard time following the dialogues, and the numbers kept on getting higher and higher, and it’s making me dizzy. “Counting once…” “… going twice…” “…thri– Oh, we have a new bidder for this doll. Mr. Bronislav bids Fifty Million Dollars.” “Wow, just wow.” I felt like I wasn’t a human. I felt like a piece of trash that had been found in the dumpster, which they cleaned and put in a box where stupid people collected them.

Chicago said with a chuckle Elias looked up "Caught? By who?" Athena asked "Guards, she was taking to the boss," Chicago said "Boss? What's her punishment?"Echo asked "Beat her to death," Chicago said in Jaden's voice Scarlett smiled and continue eating Elias continue eating, Chicago sat down beside him "Hey Elias" She smiled Elias rolled his eyes and ignored her totally Chicago snitched her nose at him and started eating "Has anyone seen Lilith?" Seth and Idris asked at the same time and then exchanged glances

She stares wide-eyed at the Queen who just emerged from the inner chamber. Yuelan’s notes the guilty look on her servant’s face and decides to mess with her. She heard what the servant said about the doll. Not necessarily true. The doll is just someone she is using to distract herself from her horrid marriage, but she can’t have her personal servant spewing nonsenses. The girl needs to learn to keep her mouth shut. “Who am I obsessed with?” She questions in a calm tone like she is having a conversation about the weather with servant. While she waits for the servant to answer her question, she strides to set table and takes a sit. Suddenly she feels very farmish.