Sinister Dolls Novels & Stories

“Ladies and gentlemen, for our last item in the cart. This lovely young lady, a twenty years old doll. She was silent but a bit feisty. She can be whatever you want her to be. A trophy for this lovely evening to satisfy the needs of your carnal desires.” Kirstina moved forward with a leather lashing stick on her hand, cigarettes heels clicking the on the floor, and stopped in front of me. She pointed it in my direction with its tip and motioned me to stand. Afraid that she would hit me with it, I slowly stood up, my knees buckling at the process but eventually stood up at my full height. I kept my face up, willed myself not to cower, and straightened my back even though my nerves were wrecki

He sneered grabbing her chin and making her look in his bloodshot angry eyes with her teary scared ones. “Do you even know who you were planning to go with? An inhumane animal! Worst than me!! He has a business of human trafficking and has three brothels in which he kidnaps women and forces them to be prostitutes, he kills people for fun!! And what made you think that he will treat you any different when you’re the fucking wife of his BIGGEST ENEMY!” Spitting the last two words over her face he roughly pushed her back making her slightly stumble back.

I saw him lighting another candle. I took a deep sigh. “Are you-” “Is the scent not that nice?” He cut me off. “Better if you’ll stop lighting another one doc, we're not summoning some devils to have our ritual with that bunch of candles.” I crossed my legs comfortably before presenting the innocent eyes and seducing lips. I’m obtainable seductive and siren inside out, I want to finish this man right here, right now. When would they give me a signal to kill him now? I’m running out of patience, tsk. Doc. Jairo Black, what did you do to make them think you were an enemy?

“I will come back later, my love.” “I thought I was the crazy one, Sinister, but you are fucking worse — you are a sociopath.” Sinister plucked him by the arm and pulled him into the hallway. “You'll say nothing to no one. This stays between us.” “OK, but you must clarify to me what Miranda Townsend's embalmed body is doing in your house.”

The girls looked like sisters of friends; they giggled girlishly and waved their hands in their hair. “Hello handsome,” one said. “Hello handsome!” the other one said and then fell on me. The first one drew her back into herself with a chuckle. “Forgive my sister. This is how excited we get when we see someone handsome and we can’t help it, you know?” “You’re drunk,” I said to her. “And so? We want to fuck you; that’s sane enough.” I was so confused and lost. “What?” “I mean, if you aren’t into the both of us, you can just take me.” the sister started to protest and the first one immediately added: “If you’re into the kinky shit, you should take the both of us. Most men like us together at a

I moved closer, the door open ajar just by one inch like they didn't even bother to check the door twice if it was locked. Peering inside, the room was dimly lit, and the only source of light was the flashing of the neon lights from outside and the lamp by the bedside, Inside by the bed a girl was bent over. Naked and moaning body clashing with the muscle built guy from behind who kept thrusting inside of her. Brutal. Hard. She moaned again. “Harder, please.” I could recognise that voice anywhere even with my fucking eyes closed. Diane. Her big round tits kept bouncing with every brutal thrust, especially with her annoying moans the guy curled her hair in his fist oil her head backwards, cau

“ Sinners Den “ But the rest of the building didn't look anything fancy. It looked run down if anything. The case is about a missing person, a man by the name of Trevor Vickers , he’s a local politician. The crime scene didn’t have a body , but at his home there was a mess bloid everywhere and lots of it like there had been a murder or a severe beating. His phone discarded on the floor along with his wallet. The blood was smeared like he had been dragged out of the house. The only thing believed to be evidence that was left behind was a business card dropped into the blood like it was deliberate and the picture on it was a skull with blood running from its eyes and a red rose clamped between

At some point, Denise had managed to conceal a knife, and before anyone could react, she raised it high and plunged it deep into William’s body. Everyone froze, stunned into inaction. She moved mechanically, repeatedly stabbing him—each time withdrawing the blade only to drive it in again. Blood spattered across her face and clothes, her voice a haunting whisper as she muttered over and over, "I’m not a bastard child. I’m the real heiress. I’m not a bastard child. I’m not..." --- By the time the police and ambulance arrived, Denise was in a trance, seemingly disconnected from reality. The police cuffed her hands behind her back, and as they led her past me, she whispered once more, "I’m not

"I know it looks like a little girl's candy shop, but I like it. I feel comfortable in here." Shaun couldn't image why. The creepy porcelain dolls were arranged in lifelike poses behind the glass walls of their cage, their soulless eyes following her every move. But what she thought didn't matter; this was Saskia's sanctuary, and after experiencing the chaos of the Koba family, Shaun didn't blame her for creating her own version of paradise.

I watched his gaze drop to the place where the fabric met my thighs and then force itself back to my face. “The scars,” I said. “They are not from any job on record.” “Drop it.” “Yulia saw the old scans. Prolonged captivity. Broken ribs. Wrists that healed wrong. That collarbone scar was never properly closed.” He went completely still on the other side of the door. I heard the controlled sound of his breathing change. “Stop digging, Danika.” “Or what.” “You already know the answer.”