Tails Dolls Novels & Stories

"Shall I name it? Hmm, what is a good name for a teddy bear as cute as this one?! Hmm hmm…" I looked around, Maria had told me she had usually preferred to play with her array of pastel-coloured teddies and unicorns, in comparison, this one was a rather interesting and a different choice. A quick scan of her bed and the room told me it was far different. Skyla’s toys were obvious from her action figures, Disney villain collection, and superhero dolls. Then there was Kataleya’s pile of pretty and fluffy teddies. Her porcelain and baby dolls were a stark contrast to the teddy in her hand. "What about Coco?" I suggested looking at its dark brown fur.

So many that makes the room seem so colourful and lively. Tara is dressed as the babysitter killer queen, Raya is dressed as, well, Raya in the Raya and the last dragon movie, Ella as Cinderella, Ashley is dressed as Tinkerbell, Darlene is dressed as Batman even though she argues that no character is limited to their gender and makes everyone laugh, Holly is dressed in all black, even down to a black mask, no idea what movie character that is but she claims she's seen it in a movie she watched a long time ago, Harry is dressed like spiderman, Tanya dressed as a Prom queen teases him about being childish but he just rolls his eyes at her.

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”

said Celea after watching herself in the mirror her black long hair was let open it fell down the waves made it look like a waterfall she had simple makeup wich consists of a small, thin eyeliner wing, mascara some silvery glitter eye shadow, blush and rosy lip gloss she had a soft light gray dress the color of her eyes, the dress had very long sleeves, the dress was tight at the top and loose at the bottom it was a soft look and it made her look like a fairy " of course you do, you are my dauther after all" said Bella proudly " indeed I am" " Now it's my turn to play dolls, sit down and I will prepare the both of you for the ball" Celea said looking at Bella and Kaya to wich they started gi

Taylah replied quietly. Whenever Taylah wore new clothes in the mansion, Dia would scold her for no reason and then cut the clothes into pieces with scissors. Because of this, Taylah rarely wore nice dresses around Dia — in fact, she hardly ever wore good clothes throughout her teenage years. Dicentra took the card and left the house. Taylah curled up in bed again, wrapping herself tightly like a cocoon. She didn’t eat anything. LATER THAT NIGHT

Step outside your tent whenever my Alphas are ready,’ Doll purred to us. Xander and I exchanged a look and bolted for the exit. We were both very eager to see our girl. The guys all chuckled because they knew that only Doll could make us so eager. We were not ashamed of that fact at all. Our jaws literally dropped when we looked at her. She was wearing tight black leather pants that fit her like a glove with golden gladiator sandals. Her tunic was red like ours but fitted to accentuate her delicious curves. The front dropped down into a V-neck which showed a modest hint of cleavage that begged for our attention. The intricate stitching was the same as ours. A braided golden belt accented tho

"Maeve, I want to sleep now. Please don't tell them, okay?" Maeve thought for a moment, then agreed, "Okay." As Talia breathed a sigh of relief, Quentin suddenly moved beneath the blanket. Maeve noticed a lump beside Talia and curiously asked, "Aunt Talia, what's that bump next to you?" Talia patted the mound and explained, "It's my big doll." Maeve was even more curious. "What kind of doll? It looks as big as a person." "It's a custom-made doll. I sleep hugging it. Otherwise, I can't fall asleep."

“Arthur Tenniel began as a humble toymaker before his stunningly realistic child dolls became a hit and the must-own toy of the mid-1920s. His goal, as he would often state to the newspapers, was to make dolls that were similar to the little girls who loved them as humanly possible; a boast that anyone who has seen one of Tenniel's dolls, would agree he came very close to living up to. Especially considering the technology and methods available at the time.” The tour guide took a step to the right, revealing a square object, roughly four and a half feet tall, which was covered by a silk sheet, which was the same color as the tour guide's mask. With the smooth flourish of a dancer, the tour g

I turned around to see another stalker/best friend/nuisance waltz around the room without knocking on the door. I pout my freshly applied bold red lip replying feistily, “Project Lead-Miss Ella Miller. Do you ever knock?” “No, Hmmm mmmm mmm you doe-eyed beauty, the birthday boy is gonna love his present tonight” she winked, reminding me what I had almost forgotten, it was James Holt’s 30th birthday!

Ah~! Lucy's torn-apart doll spirit possessed her on the grand stage. Lucy's dance was powerful, expansive, and beautiful. Her performance was a stark departure from the usual. Typically, a doll's aria would feature a doll costume. However, Lucy was different. She wore a bright red dress with four flowing layers. Half of her hair was neatly tied back with thin bangs. Rather than masking her sorrow with cuteness, Olympia wanted to show that even though Lucy was a doll, she could captivate everyone, especially Tiger Letto.