Sinister Dolls Novels & Stories

Mikael was in complete shock at her study; it was beautiful in an almost morbid, macabre way. We both took a seat next to each other on the couch while Sajida sat on the other side of her desk in her throne. She flipped a lock of hair over her shoulder and just grinned at us; she enjoyed being right. She knew I would come here. All she had to do was wait. Before Mikael and I could say anything, we both saw small shadows under a console table by the wall underneath a window. Mikael jumped slightly, but I knew what they were - the small dolls that I met the last time we were here. There were three of them - one with a pentagon on its belly, another with a triple moon, and the last one with a t

She was pretty endowed in the chest area, too, making me want to squeeze them. Every time I went over to Darren's for poker with some of our other poker buddies, he would have Lola come out to serve us beer and snacks. She would then appear in a cute, skimpy schoolgirl cosplay uniform, with the skirt short enough to reveal half her butt and black lacy stockings on her legs, strutting and swaying around as she walked. When she poured the beer for us, she would deliberately bend over and show us her well-endowed chest. And each time, we wouldn't be able to take our eyes off her and just stare unapologetically at them.

“You’re going to take a photo for Bella and Michel with the toy I got you, remember? It’s not my cock entering you, doll.” “Scared.” I know. She was tense. Her muscles locked up the moment her pussy touched the dildo. It made some of the sexual haze that had surrounded us fade. “What are you scared of?” I asked her. “It hurting,” she whispered. “You’re wet. Your body is ready for the intrusion of the toy.” I rubbed my nose against hers. “It’s okay for you to change your mind, doll. You don’t have to do this.” Sin’s nails dug into the skin of my shoulders as her grip tightened. Her eyes fluttered closed, teethsinking into her bottom lip. There was a slight change in her breathing but it wasn’

It truly wasn't. "It's strange. If it were Max, I would understand. Best friend and girlfriend. But the two of us..." She drawled, pulling then twirling my necklace. I could sink my teeth at the corner of her neck and just taste her. God knows I'm tempted. "He's your brother and you look like you're ready to rip off the dress from my body." She slowed, her lips brushing against my cheeks. "How sinful." She mocked then withdrew. Her heels clicked as she took a step back. My arms strung out, brushing against her waist as I discreetly pulled her back, nudging her boobs against my chest.

’’ His dark eyes were wild, burning with an intense heat that left me utterly breathless, my lips swollen and wet. He didn't say another word after even though it felt like he was about to. He reached into his jacket pocket, pulled out a pen and tore a piece of the paper Derek had threw at him. His own work and scribbled something on it before sliding his hand down to the pocket of my dress. His rough knuckles brushed against the sensitive skin of my hip as he shoved the note deep inside. He patted my hip once, a dangerous smirk spreading across his face. “See you around, Mrs Vance.’’ he whispered, his voice dripping with sinister confidence.

I call out as I make my way down the lengthy stairwell, seeing the big ol’ guards that are used to fighting off erratic vampires and enemies in wars now playing dolls with both my kids. The biggest and toughest guard Sean looks up at me and smiles this sarcastic grin at me. “Just great boss,” he says then immediately draws his attention back to Mariella who’s mumbling a bunch of nonsense and pointing angrily at the big dollhouse that was gifted to the two of them by my fathers new ‘wife’. “Sorry, my lady,” he apologizes and continues to play with his princess doll just to keep her entertained. Couldn’t have asked for better guards.

Taking that, Abhinav walked towards Shivay and said creepily showing the jar, "These eyeballs belong to Raghav's who claimed to love my doll. He looked at my doll with these eyes. So, I take out his eyes from his sockets when he was alive.!! Hearing Abhinav's words Shivay understood that this psycho is going to do something like that with him. His whole body is now shaking abruptly and he has peed on his pants. Abhinav noticed Shivay's behaviour and gave him a sinister smile. Then he again took another jar in his hand and showed it to shivay. He said with a satisfied voice, " this heart belongs to that bastard whom I hate the most. I took out his heart from his ribcage when he was alive." Ab

Seraphina had told him was said that she wore jewellery made out of the bones and cursed artifacts, which were remnants of her twisted experiments. Her second sister, and the most dangerous of them all was Isolde. Peter recognized her, because Seraphina had told him that she wore jewellery made out of mirror, and each tiny mirror encapsulated a soul of the victim who has once been her prey. She was a seductress of darkness. She was almost as beautiful as Seraphina herself. Her porcelain skin was almost similar in color to her snowy white hair that cascaded down her back like a waterfall of milk. But Peter knew that her beauty was mere a part of her a sinister intent, for Isolde was a mistres

So much more important than thread and stuffing and glass eyes, wrapped in a half-torn dress. I still feel bad about that doll. The one I saved from a hooker name. A doll I carried around with me for years, and now remember only in flashes. Bare, bright impressions, like seeing something through burned retinas. Seared over everything in a glowing silhouette. The same as Loki. I barely met Loki, but when I remember him it’s with a sick stirring so deep and violent it’s like there’s a clawed hand rammed down my throat. Churning my guts around. Turning my insides into so much fine flesh confetti.

I mean the rogues had done a damn good job of breaking him too. “And what exactly are you collecting?” I asked, folding my arms. “Money? Gold? Gems?” She smiled. “No,” she said smoothly. “On the eve of the red moon, I want the heart of the human girl. Zoe Cross.” I stared at her as my heart rate picked up. She must be joking. But her expression didn’t change. “You want… his sister’s heart?” I said slowly. “In a box,” she confirmed. “Still warm.” Something cold settled in my chest. This wasn’t part of the deal. She never said anything about sacrifices,especially not high-profile ones from another Alpha’s family. I stepped around the desk.