Sinister Dolls Novels & Stories

“But I have another offer for you.” He stood up and walked toward me slowly. The closer he got, the harder it became to breathe. He stopped just a foot away from me, towering over my smaller frame. I could smell his cologne–dark, expensive, and masculine. “Tonight there is an auction downstairs,” he continued. “Women who owe debts are being sold for temporary ownership. Some for a week, some for a month, some for longer. The highest bidder gets full rights over the girl’s body during that time.”

"Maya, stop slouching. Ayra never slouches. You look like a broken doll." I stared at the reflection, but all I saw was my twin sister. The ivory lace hugged every curve of my body, but it didn't belong to me. Nothing in this room belonged to me. The five-carat pink diamond ring glittering on the velvet tray belonged to my twin sister. The penthouse overlooking the financial district belonged to her.

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.

She heard her mother call her from within, she walked in feeling irritated and just as she had guessed, everything in the room was the same as before, except there were now creepy skeletons of tiny animals preserved in various colored jars. These jars were neatly arranged on the shelf in the room, alongside the voodoo dolls and dark globes. The old frail woman that was almost invisible was still seated in that same chair that seemed like it could swallow her up just as she had done many years ago. Avi felt her heart tremble, as she wondered what kind of power this witch must have to preserve all these things like this. And just like many years ago when Nicole had not been bothered by the cre

Because this is worse than everything that's happened to me. They guided me to the car and just as we reached the car they shoved me inside I was intimidated. It was intimidating to stay in the mist of them. I was shaking, my teeth chattering. I was a mess. They were all dressed in black like it was cult and plus it was a Black SUV they were using which screamed wealth. “Yes Alpha. We got her” one of them confirmed. Wait there was only one set of creatures that use Alpha_werewolves. Could that mean I was back to a pack. I just hoped that this pack was gonna be different and not like my old pack.

If not so, then why did she have a cunning grin? "We are gonna have so much fun with this one, Kiko," These girls circled around me. "Hey, Anais, look at this one," One of the girls bit her lower-lip, she continued eye-raping me with her sinful orbs. A girl joined the circle and checked me from head to toe, "This girl is definitely hot walking sex, she's gonna steal a lot of our chances," Some other girl hissed at me in a lustful manner, numbing my whole existence.

Its glass eyes suddenly ignited with two points of green light, deep as bottomless pits, locking her gaze in place. Katarina's entire body went rigid. Her limbs felt frozen, unable to move. The faint red tint at the corner of its lips began to spread across its cheeks, as if blood were sliding beneath the porcelain. It gathered into thin, branching lines that wrapped around the doll's eerie glass eyes. Wisps of gray-black mist seeped from the folds of its traditional robes. When the mist touched the floor, it fractured into countless shadowy specks that crawled up her ankles like tiny insects.

Not mercury, but a thick, black tar-like substance that smelled of burnt hair and ancient dust. "The Oubliette," Dante hissed, his obsidian eyes widening. He looked at Ivy, then at Silas, who was backing away into the shadows of the quay. "Silas! Take the note! The note is the map!" But Silas wasn't looking at the note. He was looking at the clockwork doll, which had begun to move. Its tiny, silver hands were reaching for the scissors in Dante’s pocket. "The doll isn't a mirror, Dante," Silas whispered, his voice trembling. "It's a bomb."

“Let’s go.” They walked forward down a dimly lit hallway and soon found themselves at another door. Without pausing, they pushed this one open as well and found it led out onto a sort of platform, which hung roughly two stories above a large, open room filled with old-looking machines. To Tina, they seemed hulking and almost dangerous in the dim light, like prehistoric predators waiting to strike. Almost haphazardly, unfinished dolls lay on the machines, some missing arms or legs, some unpainted and, most disturbingly to Tina, some lacking the mask that would give them a face, leaving the synthetic eyes to almost float in an empty head cavity.

Liam looked over his shoulder at his love, concerned because he didn’t want that thing’s corruption to harm them in any way. “Yes, I’ve sensed it and the old Foster place is now a shop called The Doll Hospital. The hunters are working on it, but I don’t believe it’s a common spirit. I agree it’s far too dark for that place and there are far too many spirits going through that space. When I walked past the other night, it felt off and tainted. The dolls often house spirits, but this one is different, and I suspect the hunters must do something about it. Eddie is family through Donny, and I can’t abide the idea of that thing harming him.” Olivia forgot about that little discovery until now. Sh