Three Faced Doll Novels & Stories

Mikael was in complete shock at her study; it was beautiful in an almost morbid, macabre way. We both took a seat next to each other on the couch while Sajida sat on the other side of her desk in her throne. She flipped a lock of hair over her shoulder and just grinned at us; she enjoyed being right. She knew I would come here. All she had to do was wait. Before Mikael and I could say anything, we both saw small shadows under a console table by the wall underneath a window. Mikael jumped slightly, but I knew what they were - the small dolls that I met the last time we were here. There were three of them - one with a pentagon on its belly, another with a triple moon, and the last one with a t

Without thinking further, he followed Elena out through the back door. In the dimly lit café, in the most hidden corner, a woman sat waiting. She wore large sunglasses and a scarf covering part of her face. As Dewangga approached, she removed her glasses. Not Vivian—but a woman who looked strikingly similar to Elena, though her face bore deeper traces of sorrow and trauma. “My name is Sarah,” she said. “I was the first ‘Elena.’ Davian used me to destroy his business rivals three years ago, then threw me into a psychiatric hospital after recording all my darkest secrets.”

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.”

“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."

I make my way over there, pushing through the group to see what they’re looking at. In the middle of the group is a young-looking vampire woman. She looks scared but also angry. I can’t believe they were able to catch someone, but here we are. Luckily, we have different tools in the dungeons that deal with all types of supernaturals. It isn’t that we run into non-werewolves often, but we keep these things just in case.

“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.

Every time I slept with Jennifer Brooks, I noticed that she had changed the sheets. After we finished one night, I finally asked her about it. Jennifer traced her fingers across my chest and gave me a gentle smile. "Obviously, it's because your good friend sweats so much. Every time, right before you and I do it, he gets jealous and insists on going first. I never knew a man could sweat that much during sex until I met him." My mind went blank. I stared at her in disbelief. "What did you just say?" She met my gaze, her lips curved into something that wasn't quite a smile. "Connor, your father was tortured to death in bed by the women your mother hired, not by me. So every time you lie th

The face was all scratched up, and anything on her body that could prove her identity was taken away, so we suspect it's an intentional murder. Hearing that the body was salvaged from Salakole, Winston paused for a moment, then he put on his sterile gloves with a poker face. I floated in mid-air, staring at the man in front of me. Three years... It had been three years since I died. After I died, my soul was trapped in Salakole, suffering in the fierce wind and freezing weather all day. Until someone found me, they brought me back. But I didn't expect that Winston was the person who would personally dissect me.

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.