Sinister Dolls Novels & Stories

Kinks: possession, doll fetish, rough sex Lila lay in her bed, the soft glow of her nightlight casting shadows across the room filled with her collection of dolls. At eighteen, she still clung to these childish comforts, especially on nights when her mind wandered to the forbidden stories she read in secret—tales of dark magic and hidden desires that made her cheeks flush. Her bedroom was a sanctuary of pastel walls and stuffed animals, but tonight, an unease prickled her skin. She shifted under the thin sheet, her soft pale body clad only in a loose tank top and panties, the summer heat making sleep elusive. Her wide eyes stared at the ceiling, curious thoughts swirling about the porcelain

“This sins game, the embodiment that will be born. Where I am one of the few characters, innocent, manipulated and they expect of me of like the doll that they are currently in control of.” The facts that she proudly screaming and satisfactory from deep within her heart. With her special, no, the same role just like the others. Being the doll and manipulated by them, yet still have that will and freedom to do whatever she wanted and wishes to do. With the restriction that abides and should always from HIS will. “Game, game, game.” Her three eerie tone and words. Along with her sinister smile that even draws wider. With the reality and the truth that goes like a roller coaster darkness that n

She began to yell from the phone, screaming my name which attracted Dylan who picked the phone while she kept throwing many and I mean, many questions to him. I eventually got hold of my phone and explained the situation to Chloe, and Dylan who was scarred. He kept grumbling as to why he was always mistaken for a bad guy. I called him a kidnapper and now, Chloe called him a petty thief. He held his grudge for exactly two hours before he was successfully bribed with Pokémon stickers. ~~~~~~~~

I loved my father, but I don't know how he could turn a blind eye to underage girls. This business is making me more nauseous every fucking second. "What about Whittle?" I ask. I can still see that slime's face when the sirens approached us right after the container opened, and I heard the cries of those girls. I've never seen anything like it, and I hope to God I never will. They were huddled together in their own urine and feces, scared out of their minds. There were a few who were passed out, but luckily, still breathing.

They were black as night and lifeless, which meant only one thing, and that was she was in a power of black magic, that controlled her still, so, she could easily become a killing machine, again. “Nooooo!“Lena screamed when she saw Sirus dead, and her urge to kill was bigger than ever. “Anna, Gina , quick!” Sinn yelled, giving them a hand. Anna came fast, observing the income. “Hold my hand no matter what, and do as I say, understand?” Sinn asked. Anna nodded and prepared herself. “Close your eyes and open your minds to me”, she said to them. Those two were talking unknown words, while Sinn’s body was like in fever when a silhouette appeared, leaving Lena’s body, which was in trans.

MELISSA'S POV The moment we stepped downstairs, the air changed. All the other players stood frozen at a corner, their eyes widened in horror. A metallic scent hovered over every inch of the room. The room was dimmer than usual, shadows stretching unnaturally across the walls. My heart throbbed as I hid behind Gavin, quietly mimicking his footsteps. Then it came to view, something truly horrifying— A porcelain doll. One so hideous it was beyond words. It sat on a high chair like a grotesque queen, stiff plastic limbs.

Not a creature undone by a girl’s whispered ‘stop. The demoness arrived quickly. She materialised from smoke — tall, beautiful in an unnatural way, snake-like skin marked with gold lines, eyes bright and eager. She was one of the Pleasure-born — servants crafted from Hell’s magic to be used, not felt. She took one look at him and smiled — a slow, knowing curve. “My King,” she purred, bowing low, letting her long hair spill forward.

He hated anything that made him question his absolute control. He stood, his movements a quick, menacing blur. He walked to the wall, his eyes never leaving the tiny dot. He reached out, his long fingers pressing against the paint, a single, decisive motion that sent a shower of dust and cobwebs to the floor. "It’s cobwebs? What am I paying you for, you useless people?" His voice was a low growl, a cold, dangerous sound that sent a shiver of fear through the room.

She smirked and looked towards Vitaly, “Where’s the other girl? What did you do to her?” “What’s the matter, Salvatore? Are you looking to buy another girl like you bought this one? Save one for me at least.” Vitaly chuckled while staring at me. Buy me? He did what? “Whose list did you put her under?” Sinister’s face suddenly turned to stone. “Now that would be telling, wouldn’t it? And besides, I have nothing to do with it.” In that second, Sinister aggressively clutched his shirt, “kogda ya Naidu yeyo, ya ne poshazhu tebya.” When I find her, I won’t spare you.

"Open it." Anna knelt, the concrete cold through the thin fabric of her dress. Her fingers trembled slightly as she lifted the heavy lid. Inside, on a bed of black velvet, was an array of objects that made her breath catch in her throat. There was a small, silver vibrator, sleek and modern. A string of five smooth, black glass beads, each one slightly larger than the last. A black, silicone butt plug with a flared base and a sparkling purple jewel at the end. And a small, curved dildo made of pale pink glass. It was a toolkit for debauchery.