The Tyrant Beloved Doll Novels & Stories

“We’re still going to take the photos tomorrow with better lightening, but how about we do some practising tonight? Are you sure you want to pose the exact same way as Bella?” “I want them to see me the exact way I saw her,” I told him. “Okay.” He gave my neck a squeeze. “Go get your other toys.” I crawled across the bed to the shelf and grabbed all the toys he got me. With it clutched to my chest, I crawled back to him, but paused halfway there to watch him. Tyrone was busy setting up the dildo. It had a suction cup at the bottom that he stuck close to the edge of the step that led down to the bed. He moved the tubes and the pump out of the way before he turned towards me.

Arniel replied, he was nervous because the Tyrant had been quiet. "Did you know that there's something sweet about death?" the Tyrant mumbled. "I d-on't know, Master," Arniel said tremblingly. "Of course, because there is no—" A loud gunshot rang out as Arniel's body fell on the floor "Sweet about Death." The Tyrant mumbled then blew the smoke that came from the gun. "Isn't that what you want master?" It was Ino. "Yes, but not anymore. I realize that she has already suffered enough— And I considered her as my daughter after all" Tyrant replied then lit a cigarette "But she chose to run away and leave me— I could do nothing if that was what she chose."

He giggled, his semi-erected cock before her very ass before turning to give his ass a little smack, all teasing Lana who was licking and biting her lips. He was in the mini wardrobe within seconds. Lana has noted that whenever he was there, only pleasurable accessories followed him back. Her excitement grew, and she shuffled like a dog wagging its tail, waiting for its owner. Tyler scanned through series and series of toys until his eyes landed on the one he had in mind. Smiling, he brought it out. It was an oval curved pink plastic, that had straps on both sides that made it look like common panties. It was more than that. Accompanying the toy was a black remote that looked so much like a

Perhaps it's toxic, but damn do I find possessive, jealous Dean hot. It's not like he forbids me to see other guys. Tyler is the next one to walk up to me. His box is a little bigger than the others. Inside, I find two cute teddy bears, obviously one for each baby. Underneath the bears, I find another small box. Inside of this one, I find a beautiful bracelett with charms on it. There's a car, one that says friends and an infinity sign. "No matter what, I'll always be here for you as a best friend, my beautiful. Always, that's a promise." By the look on Dean's face, he's not exactly pleased with the present, but he doesn't say a word. It's beautiful anyway and I love it.

It’s just like Mickey Mouse having Ratatouille as a pet. “Ehem!!” I narrowed my eyes as I realized that Tyler’s holding Taylor—no, not holding. He was hugging the wolf stuff toy. “EHEM!!!” But the Stormbringer, whose breath reek of alcohol, just snored in answer. I didn’t try so much as clear my throat for the fourth time. This queen-size bed of gilded shade used to be big for me. But with Tyler’s wolf form, only a quarter of it remained mine. The rest was occupied by the sleeping white demon of a dog.

"Oh, sister-selves, you have no idea what you're up against. I've tasted the Primordial's true power—not the scraps and fragments you've all been playing with, but the real thing. I've let it hollow me out and fill me up again, and it was *glorious*." The others shift, recognizing the threat, but the Tyrant-me just smiles. "Funny thing about power," she says, and suddenly the temperature drops twenty degrees, "I actually won our war. Completely. Utterly. The Primordial is nothing but ash in my timeline—along with everything else." The words hit like physical blows, and I feel my stomach drop. She continues, her voice soft as poisoned silk: "Seven billion corpses make an excellent foundation

"This isn't what I think it is, is it?" She says smirking, thinking it is a mini nuclear reactor, a component needed for a private project, of which she has only told Steve about the pieces necessary to complete it. "In a way. Just open it up." He says, a smile on his screen. Trevor pulls out his gun, looking cautiously at it. "Be careful sis, last time Steve gave me a gift that size, it was a kitten and it scratched me all over." Trevor says, pointing to a small and faint scar on his cheek. Shantal opens the box, the smirk turning to a warm smile. She pulls out a small crocheted doll that has an uncanny resemblance to her butler. She looks up at Steve, a tear in her eye. "This is amazing."

"Well, I guess she has no business being in the land of the living." Suddenly, she pulled out a remote control from her cloak; its sleek design glimmered in the poor light. "What's that?" I asked, my head filled with dread. Tanisha's smile spread, her eyes glinting with malice. "One click and your precious Sara is blown into dust." Appalled, my eyes widened in shock, horror washing over me. I felt like someone had punched me in the gut. Ryker spun to Tanisha, his eyes wide in surprise.

Meilin nods, and begins the tale of the shameful part of her family, and hopes that the Queen doesn’t hate her when she is done. “He is the one that sold you?” Yuelan questions when the blonde finished her tale. She feels bad on behalf of the blonde, because no one deserves to be treated the way the blonde was treated. If she could she would abolish the doll law. On the other hand, she couldn’t help but be grateful to her father, because if he hadn’t sold the girl she wouldn’t have met her. Selfish, she knows, but she is not perfect. “I am glad,” Yuelan speaks her thought out loud.

To get a box, one had to line up at 3 o'clock in the morning. He had put in the effort. If she hadn't uncovered the truth, she might have really believed he loved her deeply. Even during their afternoon naps, he would hold her hand tightly. Kara looked around at the wall of dolls that covered an entire side of the bedroom. She felt a deep bitterness in her heart. She loved claw machines, so Bennett had scoured the entire city for the latest ones, helping her win over ten thousand plushies. In the center of them, two porcelain dolls stood side by side.