The Last Russian Doll Novels & Stories

Teddy showed the doll to Nikolai with such happiness, “Do you think she would like it, Nikolai?” While carrying a large teddy bear, two Wolf dolls and a basketball, Nikolai felt a strange sensation in his heart. Seeing the red-haired doll that was said being a replica to look like Princess Ashley of Averna, Nikolai smiled. The doll looked so much like Ashley, indeed. He then could not stop himself from asking about Teddy’s mother.

As Henry opened the door, he was left staring in shock as Rory knelt before her own bed, her young, dainty face contorted with sinister malice that did not suit her age. Just seeing that left Henry wondering if this was still the sweet, disciplined Rory whom he knew? He just could not connect that other Rory with the one he was looking at now. As she held a tiny straw doll in one hand and a long needle in the other, cursing Sophie's name while stabbing the needle repeatedly into the straw doll, it was clear that the straw doll was meant to represent Sophie.

"I didn't mean to…" Jenny knocked on the door right then, her face caked in thick, white foundation, while red blush dusted her cheeks and the tip of her nose. She looked pitiful. "Melanie, I'm so sorry for making you lose your baby… Jeremy didn't do it on purpose, please let him go… "He only has the mind of a five-year-old, and can't live without our parents! He must be scared out of his mind, now that he's locked up!"

Hugo asked. "I lived for hundreds of years, how could I not possibly have heard of such thing?" Russ smirked. "Alright, I stand corrected," Hugo then confessed. A loud sound of cracking and falling stones stopped them from their discussion. Soon, the stone walls cracked leaving an opening in the middle. "Let's get out now," I told them while standing up. "That's was an incredible ability, lady," Russ told me. "Thanks," I replied.

5 years later... Elena's POV "Ok I think that's everything for me," I say. I slam my suitcase shut and slap my hands together to rid the imaginary dust from my hands. I then place them on my hips and smile at the view that's in front of me. "Honey what are you doing?" I laugh. A small giggle comes from the other suitcase and two big green eyes peek out through a thin opening. I move closer to the suitcase and the giggles grow louder. I lift the top up and scream, "Peek a boo!"

The guy behind the counter called them matryoshka dolls but is better known as nesting dolls around the world. I took the dolls that have not been painted yet. I hope Evie likes it. I also got Damian a toy that the guy called a pecking hen toy. It is a wooden paddle with 4 hens and a lady on top. At the bottom of each hen, there is a string that connects to a wooden ball. He explained to me that all you do is swing the ball around and it looks like the hens are pecking at something. It also looks like the woman is throwing some crumbs to the hens. It is actually quite intriguing. I bought one of each toy.

Her final, twisted "thank you." *** Later, I heard Sienna left Rivera once her probation was up. She never touched the frozen trust fund. Chose to live her own way instead. Rumors said she'd been seen out in the sticks, teaching kids art and music. A volunteer. A ghost of the girl she used to be. I thought of her smile—and without meaning to, pulled out my phone. On a dark web forum, I started a new post. [Coma doll. Young. Stunning. $500/hr.]

I tried to console him, “Hey, hey. Calm down, okay? It’s alright. We can always go back to the temple and get you another one.” “No! The doll and I are connected! I can feel what happens to it!” “Connected?” I cleared my throat, “Just because you’re handsome doesn’t mean I’ll believe everything that comes out of your mouth, dude.” “No! You don’t get it! I can actually feel everything that’s done to the doll!” I smiled and calmed myself before replying, “I told you the doll was weird, didn’t I? So, what happened to it?” “I gave it away. I gave it to one of the more handsome ones when we were at the park yesterday.”

And it won’t stop poisoning others in their way until one of them dies. *** Russia Don Volkov closes his eyes with clenched jaw hearing another crash. His hand wandered dangerously close to the trigger of his precious gun. A scream, loud enough to shatter all the glasses of place, echoed across the mansion, making everyone around cringe in distaste. Dory checks the time in her tiny wristwatch and bit her lower lip. Her mind revolved around the next few hours of her daily routine compromised by cleaning a horrendous mess. She would need help because this tantrum has initiated fifty-seven minutes ago. Usually, it didn’t last long but today it broke all the records of the past.

Sabrina’s not that experienced in infusing magic yet, so it can’t be her. I watched, confused by what the enchanted seal tried to show. The lifeless girl turned on her back, dead as a fish, as the green smoke slowly formed her being into a large cloaked figure with a gaping mouth. I felt the intense smell of smoke and hid my nose in the collar of my shirt. The deformed djinn smiled thorns and needles, masking its pretty face in the cloves of roses. It sat on the desk bearing a cloak of green flames. I didn’t flinch as the curtains swished closed. As the candles whispered away, or as the pages on my desk vanquished to ashes. There goes a day’s worth of work, I grumbled yet remained transfixed