Three Faced Doll Novels & Stories

Elisa went stiff, color draining from her face. "Five years. Thirty-three failed weddings. Every 'accident'—his plan. All of it just to get me to walk away." I slid a stack of hospital files across the table. "He thinks marriage is a cage. I'm not dragging him in. Cutting ties is cleaner for both of us." Elisa was shaking, pissed and heartbroken. She remembered every near-death hit I took just trying to say "I do." First time—snipers hit our motorcade. I got shot four times, bled out on the chapel steps.

“He's adorable.” "He gets drunk so easily." Another man reached over and ruffled my hair as if I was a pet kept for their amusement. "We're not trying to kill you, kid." "I'll throw up," I whispered, at this point, I was barely able to keep my eyes open. "Please..." "Oh, let him breathe," the oldest man finally said, swirling the whiskey in his own glass. "If we keep forcing him, he won't be any fun next time." The others chuckled.

She had stopped speaking but something told him that she wasn't done with what she was saying. He was right. "The witch told him what happened. It was supposed to be just one child. An anomaly had happened and three had been born instead. The souls were finding their way back to the original” Lucian felt the walls begin to shake, his heart began to pound and he knew the lies that had built the mansion in his head were falling to the ground.

“What?” I laughed bitterly, my voice shaking. “You can’t be serious… that has to be a joke, right?” The Seer didn’t blink. Her lips curved slightly, as if my reaction was expected. “Karek Pack is ruled by three Alphas?” I repeated, my throat tightening. “How is that even possible? And how...how do I belong to all three?” My heart pounded so loudly I could hear it. Then suddenly, it hit me, the three marks she’d placed on me earlier.