Three Faced Doll Novels & Stories

Startled, I stepped out of the car and kneeled down to look at the mechanism. Jammed in between the seat and the gears was a shining piece of gold foil. Carefully I unwedged it. The foil is ornate, shaped like a flower, at the end of which is a delicate hook. It’s an earring. I don’t remember having a pair that looks like this. Using my hand, I search for another, just in case. And that’s when I felt something that made my chest tighten and my stomach flip. Scraped along the carpet of the floor mat are long, thin divots–as if it had been stabbed repeatedly by stiletto heels.

My hands were shaking as I spoke. “I have three faces, Mom!. Three different people living inside me!” I cried. “One is a little girl of around 12 years always scared, always crying in my dreams. The second is that old woman the one who first appeared in the mirror that night. But the third one…” My voice broke.

I looked through the doorway of the small, white room and saw them. Three of them. Three women with the same face, the same hair, and the same terrified eyes. Hailey was on the floor, her knees tucked under her, cradling the third girl like a precious porcelain doll. Nancy was huddled against her side, her fingers buried in Hailey's sleeve. They looked like a single creature, a three headed ghost born from a laboratory.

“As I told Spin and Jonny, I can’t deny I have feelings for the both of them, and this way I decide on my own terms who I want” “Good for you, Lala babez! About time you did something for you”, she says. “Isn’t it?” I agreed with Meme and tilted Amory's head to face me before kissing her. When we reach the theater, Amory buys three tickets to the girly movie and one for some action flick that Bo wants to go to! She hands the ticket to Bo and sends him on his way, as I put my arm over her and head to the concession stand. As we get to the counter, we are face to face with that clown from the grocery store.

I just watch her go, heels clicking against the hardwood, and think, distantly, that I have never wanted to win something as badly as I want to win this. • • • Mr. Okafor waits until the door clicks shut before his shoulders drop, just slightly. “I didn't know about the condition until the final revision. I tried to talk him out of it, Sera. For what it's worth.” “What did he say?” “That you were stronger than you thought, and that sometimes people need a deadline to find that out.” He closes the folder, squares its edges. “I have some concerns about his methods.” I laugh, cracked and a little unhinged. “Thirty days to find a husband. That's insane, right? Tell me that's insane.”

He grunted, "Damn, this toy is as heavy as a human." Daniel explained, "It's made to match a real body one-to-one. Even the parts are carefully replicated." George admired my body, his eyes wandering all over, making my body burn. I never once expected a stranger to look at me that way. A burning desire deep in me instantly lit up. He fondled my fullness, then let his hands wander to my waist before placing them on my abdomen. He lifted my skirt to admire my bottom half. To make things more convincing, Daniel had not let me wear any underwear.

carved into it. On my first day in prison, the other inmates heard that "I" had killed a child in a hit-and-run and fled the scene. So, they pinned me to the ground and branded that mark of shame onto my face. From that day on, beatings became part of my daily life. Riley froze for a moment. A trace of guilt flashed in her eyes before it disappeared. Just then, Leo Ferdinand leaned out from the passenger seat. His face had been altered, and he no longer looked quite like he used to. Then again, with Riley being one of the most renowned plastic surgeons in the country, changing someone's face was effortless for her.

I just stared at him. "How did she die?" No answer. "What happened to her?" Nothing. "Am I just a replacement for Camilla?" He didn't speak, He didn't move, He just stared out the window like I wasn't there. I turned away. I looked at my own reflection in the glass, My face was pale, My hands were shaking. What the fuck? I had signed a contract to be some man's Doll. I had let him touch me in a red room. I had worn a dead woman's name at a family dinner.