The Tyrant Beloved Doll Novels & Stories

He pushed it deeper. “So fucking dirty,” he murmured, his free hand pinching my nipple hard. “Taking my gun like a good little slut.” He began to move it, a shallow, brutal fucking that made me whimper. The metallic sound of it moving in my wetness was depraved. He withdrew it suddenly, the loss making me gasp. He tossed it aside on a plush chair and turned back to the case. “Now… let’s try something else.” His fingers trailed over a large, veined dildo, then a smaller, ridged one. “Which one, Delilah? Which toy do you want me to fuck your well-used cunt with next?”

“Sweetheart, didn’t I tell you from the beginning that I’m fine. Look at you, now that you are pregnant, you can no longer abuse yourself like this.” After saying that, Tyr picked Blair Zea into his arms. She blinked at Tyr and asked, “Daddy, where have you been the last two days?” Tyr replied, “Daddy went away to buy Little Blair gifts.” Tyr gave Blair the Barbie doll he bought from Harbour City and said, “Daddy specially purchased this for you. Do you like it, Little Blair? “ “I like it.” Blair took that Barbie doll and cheered happily. Children were pretty simple.

But Verena didn't realise that, it was the day the Tyrant was born. And it was there that his obsession grew, grew, and grew some more.

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.

"Besides, I found his cigarette that he dropped earlier. You only need something that belongs to them, so this will work." I frowned as she took out the unused cigarette and pushed it into the body. Were we raising normal kids? I don’t know… I looked between Skyla and Azura, both of whom looked very excited about this voodoo doll. Raven laughed as she took the doll from Azura and began stitching the neck up. "I’ll add the eyes." Azura said, rummaging in the button box and picking out two light blue buttons. "Ah… He has this colour eyes. The evil man will be punished."

And when she saw the doll lying inside, she could not help but be stunned. Most of the doll’s body was made of ceramics, which looked beautiful, and it was also a fully automatic doll. When moving, it would grab a flute in one hand and whistle, while the other hand would hold a chirping bird. She was surprised because this doll was a unique creation, and the person who had designed and created it named it the “Bird Tamer”. It was priced at 6.25 million, and it was the only one in the world. Daisie glanced at him. “Colton, are you spending Dad’s money again?”

Some children pressed their faces to the glass fronts, peering into the faces of baby dolls and antique plastic figurines. There were also areas where teddy bear collections were housed in an early Victorian building that has been arranged and furnished as a timeless period home of yesterday. My wrist hurt when Lucifer suddenly dragged me towards a stuff toy which looks like a penguin that has a hat on its head. “Wow, this penguin is so cute!” “It’s Pororo.” Lucifer suddenly said which made me look at him. “Pororo? He’s so cute. By the way, how did you know its name?” I asked him.

"Marry you?" I look at Damien. He's like a stranger to me. There are tears in his eyes, but his obsession is terrifying. This is not the man I once loved. "Yes," he says eagerly. Hope flickers in his eyes. "Isabella, we can start over." I don't answer. My heart is a frozen wasteland. He lets go of my hand. Pulls a velvet box from his pocket. "This is for you." He opens it. Inside is a breathtaking diamond ring. "The Star of Sicily."

“You’re having fun too.” “I’m tolerating it.” “Liar.” Because he might have been right. We passed a series of game stalls, each one louder than the last. People shouting, bells ringing, prizes hanging everywhere. Ryker slowed down, eyes scanning everything. Then he stopped. “This one,” he said. I followed his gaze. A dart game. Balloons lined up in rows, prizes hanging above them—cheap stuffed animals in every shape and color. And then I saw it. A penguin.

I was a wolfless daughter, unwanted by my pack and ignored by my father. On my eighteenth birthday, he finally gave me a gift: a death sentence. I was chosen to become the eleventh bride of Tyrant Conri, the Alpha King feared by the entire realm. Ten wives had entered his palace before me. Ten had died, torn apart by the tyrant’s own hands. But before I could be sent to his bed, I was attacked in a dark alley—and saved by a stranger with burning green eyes. He touched me. Kissed me. Marked me. Then vanished before the bond could be completed. Now I am trapped in the palace of the monster king, wearing the title of his bride, while my body still remembers the man from the alley. I don’t know