Tale Of The Dollmaker Novels & Stories

Just a bored cashier scrolling her phone. I push the door open. Cool air, low lights, shelves lined with toys, lingerie, bottles of lube. The smell is clean rubber and vanilla. Bernie follows close behind. The door chimes softly. The cashier barely looks up. I head straight for the vibrators, swaying my hips. I pick up a thick, curved dildo—realistic, veined, about the size of Bernie's cock. I hold it up, turn to him with a wicked smile. "Think this would feel as good as you?" I ask, voice low.

“You came here as independent beings. You leave as a curated set. A collection.” He walked down the line, stopping before each. He cupped Willow’s chin. She didn’t flinch. Her eyes remained fixed on a point beyond him. “The Tool. Reliable, silent, and function over form.” He released her and she returned to her perfect posture. He stood before Amelia. She met his gaze boldly, a challenge and an invitation in her eyes. “The Debaser. Your mind is your greatest asset now. Your words will cut deeper than any cane.” He moved to Lola, running a thumb over a fresh bite mark on her shoulder. She whimpered, pressing into his touch. “The Receptacle. A masterpiece of sensory engineering. Built to be fi

“Let go! Don’t touch it! I told you not to touch it!” That doll was my eighteenth birthday present. Damien had specially ordered it custom-made for me from abroad. The intricate embroidery on its clothes was handcrafted by a master artisan and had required a four-month waiting list. It meant the world to me as it was a symbol of how much my brother adored me. Seeing me trying to crawl back up, Lucy slammed her foot right onto my back. I was forced flat against the floor, left with no choice but to watch Grace throw the doll against the floor, creating a deep crack across the doll’s surface.

Hundreds of years have passed. Echor build 5 kingdoms named: Alpenglow where the powerful and wealthy creature ones live. Alamort, the cursed kingdom where the evil creatures of Echor come from. Raconteur, the kingdom of the dwarves who take the lead in making weapons. Habromania, the flying kingdom that is isolated from everyone where simple elves live. They avoid getting into trouble that's why they're called 'The Lonely Kingdom'. And finally, Ataraxia, where the creatures called 'Muggles' live quietly and simply They lived quietly, and without any disturbance.

"Tell me, Alice, have you always felt…different?" The way he said my name sent a shiver down my spine. Kade’s hand brushed against my arm, a silent warning. "Enough riddles. What do you know?" Elias chuckled, the sound both amused and knowing. "More than you’re ready to hear." I clenched my fists. "Try me." Instead of answering, he reached into the folds of his robe and pulled out a small vial. Inside, a dark crimson liquid shimmered unnaturally, almost as if it were alive.

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.

AELLA "Roman Montgomery, 25 year old masters student, and the star in every females fantasy and nightmare." a voice startles me out of the staring contest I has with the shadow. "Huh?" I ask, while turning towards the owner of the voice. "I'm just offering helpful information." she says while nodding at the wrangler jeep guy. "Oh, uhhh….. I didn't really need to know that." I say more than self-conscious, not willing to come off as desperate for his attention.

He could make her legs tremble in just a few minutes. "Then why did you buy this thing?" He put the diary back in the drawer, took out the manual for the doll, and touched the doll's arm. The doll was made up of silica gel, and it felt realistic, but it still couldn't replicate a real-life human being. It was not as comfortable as Sigrid, nor was it as pretty as Sigrid. George was a little disgusted. "It's like a corpse. Do you think I would indulge in this kind of thing?"

“Yes—yes, sir. Boss. Hello.” I raised a brow, amused. “I don’t believe we’ve met.” “No, boss. But my boss said you needed a favour recently. Said you needed someone to take care of a little doll. And I believe I took care of it really well.” “Hm.” I walked in slowly, adjusting the cuff of my sleeve. “Really well, isn’t it?” He nodded, but slowly. Like he was beginning to understand the irony. I didn’t say anything for a beat.