Three Faced Doll Novels & Stories

the officer replied quietly, lowering his head. Vivian shut her eyes tightly. The last image of Dewangga—standing amidst the flames, looking at her with a gaze filled with both redemption and farewell—haunted her relentlessly. She had reclaimed her throne. Davian was destroyed. And yet, the victory tasted like bitter ash on her tongue. Suddenly, Elena approached. Her face was pale, but her eyes remained alert. She held a transparent plastic bag containing the charred remains of a phone and a blackened metal key.

She looked pitiful. “Mark, you can’t do that to Jane. It’s very dangerous for women when they give birth.” Mark sighed and stared at Rachel dotingly. “You’re too kind, and that’s why Jane bullies you. Jane is an expert survivalist. Even if she doesn’t have anything to eat or drink, she can still survive for three days. As for you, you’re so weak that you’d even choke on milk.” He flicked her nose. “How can you say that it’s dangerous for women to give birth? You make it sound like you gave birth before.”

A few days later, Carol went to Tiny Blessings’ factory on her lunch break. The R&D department was documenting Titus’s kinks and his preferences. Then, they created a 3D image of the doll’s appearance based on the information. They had already finished creating the image. The 3D image was wearing a black pencil skirt, and they could put her into different states. She could have her hands bound by a necktie, handcuffed, or have her eyes covered. But her face was missing. Carol did not dare to tell them that Titus liked her face.

“I like an Ace in my deck of cards. You are something special. I will keep you." “But you have to promise never to tell anyone what you know. Do we have a deal or not?" Seeing the excitement in its eyes, I was tempted to push my luck a little. “I will do it if you throw in a gadget," I said nervously. My fingers crossed. The doll's smile widened. It pulled out a heart shaped pink vile. “How about I give you a love portion?" it asked rhetorically. “With just one of these, you can turn three of your companions into your love slaves."

~Third Person~ Everything seemed to happen all at once. Andricia is thrown against a tree trunk and curls up with a whimper. The pain is too much, causing Andricia to shift back into Tia. The twins witness this, and all restraint is lost. They shift and run at Imogene, who quickly wraps them up in blue light.

“Do you think she’s fucking all of them?” Another answered, “The vamp and wolf, definitely. They’re hot. But you couldn’t pay me to touch the scar-faced one. He’s so messed up, just look at him.” “Girl, agreed. Who beat him with the ugly stick?” The third giggled. I turned in time to see Kaelen’s frown deepen as his gaze lowered to the floor. Without missing a beat, I snatched my wand out of my bag and flicked it toward the three vampire girls. The spell slapped them across their cheeks—harmless, right?

“Where’s the food?” Still smiling, she tapped a small bell-like device beside her throne. The chime was soft, almost delicate. Moments later, the doors opened—and three figures were dragged in. Two fae creatures. One werewolf. I took a step back. “I… I don’t understand what’s going on.” She didn’t answer. Didn’t even look at me. The oldest of the three, the werewolf, locked eyes with Morgan, and his face crumpled in terror. He dropped to his knees.

"Three years ago, Cassidy stole all the jewelry in this house and took the maid with her. How could she possibly be doing odd jobs?" The child broke down, tears streaming. Mom lifted her head and glared at the crowd. "Cassidy! I know you're here. Get out here right now!" Someone in the crowd scooped up the child, shooting Mom a look full of disdain. "Just because you're rich doesn't mean you can bully a child! This kid's not lying. Cassidy really did die three years ago! If you don't believe it, go check under the bed yourself!" The crowd parted.

Blake scanned my face and I could tell he wanted to say something else. “What is it?” I asked him, panicking. “Nothing it's nothing. Let’s eat". “Is she here?” I whispered as we walked up to the pit. “Oh god no" Blake laughed “they hate each other". “Not that much to have three kids" I muttered as Stacey waved to me.

Mum grabs out her phone and begins showing us pictures of the amazing pools filled with flowering water lilies and lotus flowers before going on to show me some photos of her wearing reproductions of some of the traditional jewellery featured in the Museum. It does the trick and for about half an hour we completely forget our everyday troubles as my mum and dad regale us with hilarious tales of cameramen falling into ponds and a make-up artist who ‘accidentally’ put fake tan into one of the models’ face cream after she had been really rude to her, leaving her looking like a very stripy tiger. The spell is finally broken when Taylor’s phone rings. One look at it has Taylor grimacing and leavi