The Last Russian Doll Novels & Stories

After I gave in, Peyton Shepherd let out a knowing, cold snort. "Serena, I knew you were just playing the victim! Same old tricks to get my attention. It's disgusting!" He lifted his foot and kicked me hard in the stomach, trying to shove me away from the stretcher so that his secretary, Hannah Russell, could lie down on it. I had just been crushed by a falling pillar, and now, I was experiencing that crushing pain all over again. The agony left me speechless. My body spasmed reflexively, and I curled into a trembling ball.

"Our last meeting was so rushed, I didn't prepare a gift. Ask for anything today, and it's yours." Vivian's eyes lit up as she pointed to the ruby ring on my finger. "Perfect. Rosalie, I think that ring would go well with my dress. Since you're being so generous, give it to me." Everyone's eyes focused on my hand. The ring wasn't exceptionally valuable, but it was one-of-a-kind. Three years ago, after fighting his way through a hail of bullets to secure control of the Southmi port, Rocco had sketched the design himself.

Meanwhile, me, Nick, Dostov, and Alice are talking in another room that is more private. Other clan members are waiting in the ballroom and will notify us if there are any signs of Dostov's arrival. I bring a baby doll that looks almost identical to the real one, because it is difficult to get baby clothes that still have the scent of another baby, we finally decided to use one of Rosie's clothes that hasn't been washed yet. We also put Rosie's knitted jacket on the doll, and a hat that will partially cover the face of the baby doll. Carrying this doll makes me miss the twins even more. We had a video call with Ludmila and Sebastian this morning before leaving, Elliot and Rosie seemed busy w

She has to buy more than one doll for Rosie as she was known for spoiling her dolls quicker than expected. Once she lost interest in the doll, she would tear its parts to check what was contained in it and what exactly was the thing singing. Once she satisfies her curiosity by tearing the doll apart, then it’s finished. She would simply throw the poor shattered doll aside and pick a new one. Funny right?

In his penthouse in the Heaven & Sea Restaurant, Russell stared at the sex doll lying on his bed that he named Sherry. 'Sweetie, I hate to part with you. Now that your twins and I are no longer in a relationship, I must ditch you. If I keep you in bed, you always remind me of her. I won't be able to forget Sherry, and I can't move on if you always remind me of her. So I have to get rid of you. I'm sorry..." Russell picked up the sex doll, hugged it tightly for the last time, and then put it back in her box.

I'm the only person she trusts not to read her diary so she made me keep it because she fears her brother Jax finds out about her secrets. "Diary huh, never thought someone still writing on diaries in this generation" and they laughed. "Jade please, give that back to me" I requested almost begging. "Aw, let me read a page first," she said and they all cheered. "Let's have a random page, uhm..." Valerie grinned and acted as if thinking. "Open it on the 6th page!" She squealed. "No, please! Just give it back!" I panicked and tried to snatch the book but Enzo quickly held my hand and smirked before letting me go as he walked towards Jade's.

They walked into the room with a little bundle of joy in their arms and walked up to him, showing him the face of a little baby girl. Innocently, the baby smiled and cooed, meeting his eyes and Oden's life was never the same. He had it, he had his own doll, and it wasn't just any kind of doll. It was his perfect doll.

"What do you mean the dress is ready?" She shrugged her shoulders. "He only had to look at your pictures to know what size you were." "And you are quite the perfect size." The man said to me and I smiled. "What's your name?" I asked. "Pablo." "Italian?" "Yes." "Oh nice. Italians make the best dresses." I said, trying to sound nice. "That should be french make the best drrsses." Gabrielle corrected and I threw her a wry look. Pablo unboxed some of the boxes and brought out a beautiful red dress with lots of stones on it. The fabric of the dress was just so hard to resist and I had no option but to run my hands through it.

Maybe she believed that only in death could there be peace. I opened the bottle cap. “Mom, wait for me.” A soft click sounded. It did not come from the door. It came from the ventilation duct. The villa’s electrical system shut off without warning. The exhaust fan stopped. The lights went out. The bathroom fell into darkness. My hand shook. The bottle almost slipped. Someone was here. Was it Daniel? It seemed impossible. He was in court. Maybe it was a burglar. Or a robber. A sharp female voice cut through the darkness. “If you drink that, Daniel will treat you like an object and keep you forever.”