Tale Of The Dollmaker Novels & Stories

“I like an Ace in my deck of cards. You are something special. I will keep you." “But you have to promise never to tell anyone what you know. Do we have a deal or not?" Seeing the excitement in its eyes, I was tempted to push my luck a little. “I will do it if you throw in a gadget," I said nervously. My fingers crossed. The doll's smile widened. It pulled out a heart shaped pink vile. “How about I give you a love portion?" it asked rhetorically. “With just one of these, you can turn three of your companions into your love slaves."

She looked at Benson. “If I cannot have her life " the doll hissed, "I will take yours.” The Final Choice The doll did not use the knife. She did something worse. She began to melt. Her plastic body turned into oily ink. This was the ink the Writer used to write the story. The ink began to spread across the space. It moved toward Benson’s feet. “It is a deletion command!" the Writer gasped. Her fingers moved fast across the keyboard. "She is turning herself into a code to erase him! She is going to drown him in ink!”

I sighed and replied, "He doesn't treat me as a human at all. Every time he returns home, all he does is hit me. I don't want to stay there anymore." George looked a little conflicted. He nodded. I asked, "Since you knew I wasn't a toy, why did you still…" He lit a cigarette and placed his elbow on the table before saying, "Your husband somehow found out about my situation and came up with that ridiculous plan. Do you think I can't tell the difference between human and toy?" He added, "But I got to say, I've never seen a woman as beautiful as you." I was a little stunned. I said, "Did that mean you were doing it deliberately in front of him?"

Honestly, Doll just wanted to be left alone and take a nice long nap so when he awoke he could tell himself all the important things he wanted to keep in his memory. He gave the answer he could parrot from class. "I am a small god. I am here to give my power to my beloved toms." No, no! His soul ached. He only had one beloved tom and that tom would never ask him to give up what these monsters were asking. The things that made him whole and real. "And we accept your gift." The tom began the needle treatment. Doll's hopes were dashed when he looked to see if this tom might be wearing the strange bracelet.

I don’t know, but I did give him the sharpest glare I could muster as I listened to him speak whatever fabrication would slip through his lips. “Words had been getting out far too quickly. The great kingpin had taken possession of what was it that he call you?” he pauses for a moment, bringing his index finger to his chin and pretending as though he was mulling over his thought before he smirks, “—a doll, yes. Now, that’s something.”

Gently, he caressed her cheek, his touch awakening her from her slumber. As she opened her eyes, she was met with the sight of the velvet box. Curiosity piqued, she reached for it, her fingers trembling slightly. With a gentle tug, she opened the box. Her eyes widened in surprise and joy as she saw the custom-made hearing aid, a testament to Chaos’ love and ingenuity. Tears welled up in her eyes as she realized the depth of his thoughtfulness. She knew that he had spent countless hours researching, designing, and perfecting this gift, all for her.

He had asked me then, if I felt threatened by the jock, leading me outside in the dark street. So the man had a daughter? He seemed too young for kids. “A student made that?” Linda narrowed her eyes at the blond doll in a purple dress. “Pretty cool for a handmade,” I gave my opinion, and when Thomas turned to me, his smile faded. “The child loves these types of dolls. It’s for her collection,” the famous boy said. “Oh, that is so thoughtful! She must be special,” my friend exclaimed, clapping her hands together, but he only nodded in response.

When Alaric noticed the bottle was almost empty, he shouted, “Danko! Get a bottle of sake! I want to get drunk until I perish.” His servant immediately handed him a bottle of sake. “What should I do, Danko? I want to control everything according to my desires, but I couldn’t do even a single thing because I am weak.” Alaric couldn’t hide his frustration. He let out his feelings to his servant. “You are not weak. You are just new to the system, your majesty,” Danko said while pouring sake into his cup. Danko’s words captivated his interest. He thought that his servant’s words made sense.

"The soul inside the doll has been there for a long time. The soul inside has forgotten that she was a soul with an identity and memories. Because she was entrapped for so long, she was slowly becoming the doll itself. There's no need for me to take out a damaged soul. She would disappear by herself." Sir Benjamin lightly tapped the glass container. The doll slowly raised its head up. "That's why this doll is not just an ornament but a weapon itself." He added. Jia was silent. Truthfully, her knowledge about the life and death of ghosts and demons was very small. Her understanding of their world was only the tip of an iceberg.

And then I found the word, bold and clear, right there in the title. Doll. I looked up at him. He was watching me, his expression unreadable, but there was something in his eyes that hadn’t been there before. Something that looked like satisfaction. “I want you to be my Doll,” he said. Mia made a sound behind me, a sharp intake of breath, but I didn’t turn around. I couldn’t. I was standing in my doorway, holding a contract that said I was his, and the man who’d been following me for two weeks was waiting for me to sign it.