Their Broken Doll Novels & Stories

"Haha! So dumb! Of all people, she had to pick a fight with Aria, the Headless Girl, one of the Four Bosses." "This idiot just broke two of the boss' taboos in one go. She's as good as dead now." "She didn't let Aria have her candy and mentioned her parents. Haha! Even God can't save her!" I couldn't see the audience's mockery, but I could tell things were about to get real bad. I watched as the baby doll morphed into a terrifying, monstrous version of herself. I froze up again. My legs went stiff as my mind raced. "Has no one told this doll her neck's spurting blood like a fountain of pee?"

“No, no, no—” She wanted to tear the bond out of her own skin. She wanted to rip the mark from her throat. She wanted to be anywhere but here, dangling like a broken marionette, humiliated and ruined and still somehow burning inside. Burning in a way that didn’t feel like life, didn’t feel like power. Burning like a curse that refused to go quiet. The Devil’s broken doll. A thing posed and left, meant to be looked at, meant to be remembered.

It sets you free. She prayed she and Beau and her siblings and friends stayed happy and loving in their relationships. They had been through a lot together. They broke each other yes, but they fixed those cracks with gold and it was beautiful. There was wonder in destructionand they had each other to get through the rubble of brokenness. *BREAKING YOU* *ThE end*

My focus went back to Rodriguez who stood by the door as if he was waiting for a firing squad. "Come on Ryan, baby--" Justina continued before I cut her off when I took a glass figurine and with all my might threw it across the room shattering it on impact when it hit the wall. My blood was now boiling as my nose flared up. I could see fear in the eyes of Justina. I couldn't believe she had the nerve to even try using that line on me again. Her eyes were wide with shock and fear. That's what I wanted to see from her. She took a step back and i knew the message had been sent.

Stained with blood and dirt? I dropped to my knees as I stare in horror. I can see the reflection of the sun in the gem. I can see a picture moving. A girl was playing in the woods with a doll in her hand. They wore the same dress but this one is clean. The girl was happy and enjoying the day. There was a shadow walking towards her, carrying a big rock. The girl sat down in the leaves and without her realizing it, a guy dressed as a senior hit the rock on her head, and she dropped her head in the leaves. The senior ran away from the dead girl. A gem was left on the forehead of the doll. The girl's body is lifeless. The gem shone bright, the doll blinks its button eyes and stands up. It tur

The girl who was once jocular now looked like a broken doll. I thought of the phone call that scared me to death. The world stopped for me the moment I heard of Siya's suicide attempt. I should have never left her alone. What did I think when I left her all alone to suffer? I had the impression that my little angel was a strong woman, for I always saw her hiding her misery behind her beautiful smile. But now, it appears as though I have broken her beyond repair.

she smiled. "It sounds dreamy and sad at the same time," Violet commented. "It wasn't supposed to be sad. It was supposed to be full of passion." "Can you sing it again?" Violet asked, reaching for her round stomach. Keira nodded as she started playing the piano. A doll is made of porcelain, But when he broke it, he threw it away. Yet you picked up the doll, no matter how broken it was, You fixed it, cared for it, and loved it…

I collapsed weakly onto the floor, feeling as if every bone in my body were shattering into pieces. My vision grew blurry, but I could still clearly recognize those two specific dolls. Those were custom-made dolls my parents had specially ordered for me when I turned ten. They represented my parents, who wanted me to remember that no matter what, I would always be the wealthy heiress of the Fischer family, and I could do whatever I wanted in life because they would always support and protect me. Right now, those very dolls were slowly being stained with blood, their limbs scattered in disarray. My heart, too, felt like it had shattered along with them. Those dolls, which Grace had smashed to

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.

Only one messaged from him and all my worries would be gone. “I hope he won’t get mad.” I whispered while staring the table out from the garden. Until now I couldn’t believe that our house was still the same. I thought Demir would let Laura lived here and changed everything. As I was about to stand the frame suddenly fell on the ground. My heart skipped in surprise to hear the loud bang and the broken pieces of glasses scattered on the ground. I was about to pick one of the broken glasses but it pinned on my fingers and so as my phone suddenly vibrated.