Three Faced Doll Novels & Stories

Liam let out a soft laugh and playfully tousled my hair. "Selena, it's been ten years. You've grown distant from me!" I pretended to be annoyed and pushed his hand away. "Ugh, you've ruined my hair again!" It was as if we had been transported back to the days when the three of us were thick as thieves. Once my fever recovered, Liam stuck by my side, helping me pick up all the essentials I needed to get by.

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

Three Months Long is a story set in Abuja, in predominantly two districts, Wuye and Jabi. Peter and Olivia are in love and want to have a future together. However, Olivia is older than Peter by a few years and already a graduate while Peter is still a freshman in the university . While Peter’s family is not perturbed about the difference in age and academics , Olivia’s family won't have any of it. Peter promises Olivia a forever love but will their love stand the stern test from their parents and the Nigerian society where it's expected for a man to be several years older than his partner? As the story unravels, love, fear, uncertainty, parental pressures determination, trust and values are

She just watched the blood spread across the floor, turning the ancient dust into a dark, sticky mud. "Is it done?" Abram’s voice was a low vibration from the shadows. "It’s done," she said. Abram pushed off the pillar, his legs shaking, his breath a ragged whistle. He crawled toward her, his boots dragging through the mud, leaving a trail of gore behind him. He reached her feet and collapsed, his head resting against her shins. He looked up at her, and for the first time, the mask of the predator was gone. This was "Face 3." The Truth. A raw, terrifying vulnerability that made his scarred features look almost fragile.

Finn asked, looking at the three on the ground again, and I nodded gently, "Elsie, Valerie, and Derrick were there too, and another woman, though I didn't hear her name or see much of her face. I only snuck past her on the way out. She had long, straight black hair." Both of their faces darkened at that, and Thane sighed deeply, nodding, "I think we can guess who that one is, given these three." Finn nodded agreement, seeming a little uneasy about it. I looked over at them then, feeling kind of ill at the taste of blood in my mouth, and realised that two were very still, while Quentin was in his human form again, looking like he was in agony.

DREAMS COME TRUE Ella wake up, it's 7pm already you are going to be late for work Wendy yelled, pulling her friend from the bed *Gosh! Wendy why did you have to wake me, it was getting to the most important part, He was about to kiss me, Ella growled before sitting up on the bed, You had that Same dream again? Wendy asked, sitting next to her friend and stroking her hair, I had that same dream again,but this his face was clearer,i saw his face,his figure and everything, oh Ella we were about to kiss before you woke me, Ella said dramatically,

I swallowed hard, “Fight them, slash them, but don't—” “Kill them, yeah, we got it, Lil, let's focus on survival and not an opening speech,” Stefan mumbled, the nervousness in his voice was evident, but who I am to judge, we should be afraid. Marching from out of the shadows was an enormous, black-furred wolf, eyes blood-red, his mouth drooling while growled lowly. He was ahead of the others, who weren't as big as him, but they were big enough. “You're Lilith III,” he snarled.

"This isn't up for discussion. I promise you this—if we have a second child, you can raise that one yourself." Ryan finally gave in through his tears. I sat alone in the car and burst into laughter. I laughed at the fact that everything I'd once believed was happiness had been nothing but layer upon layer of deception and betrayal. The two of them returned to the villa. I arrived thirty minutes later. I stepped out of the car, walked to the front door, and pressed the doorbell.

A family of three. The photos were arranged neatly in chronological order, from maternity shoots to his one-month celebration, all the way to Cody’s second birthday. As the so-called mother who had raised him for three years, I didn’t have a single proper photo with him. My entire body trembled as I stared at Dorian. "Three years ago, in the delivery room… The child I gave birth to… Where is that baby?" Dorian didn’t dare meet my eyes. His Adam’s apple bobbed. His voice came out dry.

But the cameras had barely been set up when they threw me out. Now, their scheming was laid bare before every guest present. Gavin's composure shattered. Charlotte, flustered, cowered behind him. "Emily, that video is fake! It's AI-generated! You're jealous that Charlotte took your place, so you're trying to smear us!" I met his gaze with icy calm. I had once loved this man for five long years, but now he felt like a stranger. Mr. Holt's fury exploded. He hurled his cane to the floor with a thunderous crack.