Troll Dolls Blue Hair Novels & Stories

His deep blue eyes were everything. The only striking detail I could recognize from his mask-covered face as he turned my life upside down. But would I really have stopped his fingers from exploring my body or rejected his tempting lips setting my skin on fire if I had known who he was? Ruggerio Capoletti. The only man that was off limits for me in the entire world. The heir of the family that has rivaled mine for decades.

The mates were destined by moon goddess . But what if the same moon goddess curse their pair . Cursed to be mate of some one , she hated even before knowing him . " The alpha of blue moon pack " . The killer of her parents . But what will happen when he would come to know . She being his mate and would want her to be his , at any cost . By hook or crook . Would she be able to resist the mate bond or would she revenge her parents death .By revenging her own mate.

Taylor has been hurt in the past. Really hurt. What happens when she, a simple human, is mated to Matt Stone, the Gamma of the Blue Moon Pack? Matt knows that she is the missing piece that he has been searching for, but he has to first teach her about his life as a wolf, and all that goes into it, before she can truly be his. When the shadows from her past come back to haunt her, will they be strong enough to overcome, or will the darkness take them both?

April’s dreams and hopes are shattered in the blink of an eye as her crush and new Alpha of the Blue Amber Pack declares another Woman to be his Mate. As the future Luna of the Pack gets attacked after the celebrations, she gets blamed for the death of her crush’s Mate and is banished from the pack. Finding shelter in a new pack, she and her mother get to build a new and happy existence. Just until her old love shows up, desperately needing her help.

"When does a person die, when it stops breathing, when its heart stops beating?" "No a person dies the moment it looses hope, that's when u become an empty shell, a living doll when you have no more expectation from the world, where there are no feelings just emptiness" "Many people would think that immortality is a blessing little do they know that this is the cruellest curse someone can give you" ******** *creepy smile* " Oh Celea you really think that you will ever be able to live me" he was caressing her face, he looked like he was crazy... "what are you talking about?" " I'm saying that you will never be able to escape me, I won't let you go even if you love someone else, you are mine" " your hair belongs to me" touches her hair " your lips belong to me" touches her lips " the eyes that look at me with indifference belong to me" touches her eyes " your heart belongs to me..." his finger went down her neck to her heart, action wich made Celea look at where his finger's at. Claus than goes to her ear and whispers " your whole existence belongs to me Celea"

I was born 5 minutes after my brother Ciranda marking the beginning of my misery. My Parents only wanted one son, instead, she got two, not two sons but a daughter, a weakling as what they always describe me to be. My twin brother Ciranda was the prince to my mother and I was what she called the Seranda. That is my name "Seranda". Seranda Copper with no title as princess or prince like my brother who was called crown prince Ciranda Copper. My parents treated me the same as the servants, they would always say “You are just like them, so why not treat you like them?” My brother had sunny golden hair, golden tan skin, bright green eyes, and a body to die for, he was the dream guy of every girl. He had the perfect body, he was the perfect child. I on the other hand had dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, pale skin, and a body not so much to die for, I looked nothing like the misses of wealthy and prestigious families like my own. I was more like the maid starved for weeks by her cruel master. What is worst than being auctioned by your brother as a whore to the human mafia and losing your purity to him. Vengeance is all I want.

Herbert Fischer lets his precious childhood sweetheart dump scalding stew all over me as everyone watches. Worse, he tells me to apologize, all because I said one harsh sentence to her. Tears stream down my face as I ask him, "Is my life worth less than a hair on her head?" He snorts. "Stop overthinking. It's just hot stew—you won't die from a few burns."

Kizzy sat up and winced as she pulled her large t-shirt off. Breed simply stared at her bare breasts. Her nipples were erect and rosy. “Damn, you are beautiful,” he whispered. "But I don’t want to hurt you.” “You won’t,” she assured him. “Please…I want to know what it would be like to be with a man like you. To be cared for.” Sitting forward, Kizzy pressed her lips to his, cutting off his excuses. Once Breed tasted her, he knew he wouldn’t be refusing her. Born to a small tribe of Cherokee living in the Appalachian Mountains...Breed is a big man. He stands at six foot four and is close to three hundred pounds of pure muscle. He wears his long black hair in a ponytail, hanging halfway down his back. He owns every room he enters and lacks fear of almost any confrontation. His bright green eyes, the only thing he got from his father, were squinting as he looked down into the dingy. A woman lay there... tall and slim, short blonde hair with the tips dyed lime green. Breed shakes his head. What bothers him is the fact that she is covered in bruises and doesn’t seem to be conscious at the moment.

He fell in love with the girl he had a one-night stand with. When her true nature revealed, he hated himself for loving her and decided never to see her again. However, his fate took an unexpected turn and entangled him in a contract marriage with her, turning the girl he despised into his temporary wife. Will their love-hate relationship lead to a deeper connection, or will it keep them forever bound by the terms of their contract? * “Stand up and bend over the bench.” I comply with his orders. “Are you yearning for me, Wifey?” “Yes. I want to feel you deep inside me.” “But do you deserve it?” He taps his hardness on my wetness. “Just f**k me, Steve.” “Seriously, you think I’ll listen to you after what you did today?” He asks, rubbing my with his thumbs agonisingly slow. As I grind myself against his hand, he tugs at my hair, pulling my head back. “Stay still if you don’t want me to spank your little this time. Understand?” “Yes.” “Good.” He pulls my hair and jabs deep into me without a warning. “You’re my wife.” He pulls out, but his tip remains inside me before thrusting himself into me again. “You belong to me”

After five long years of dating, Winona Shaw finally said yes. I was elated, like a scavenger who'd struck gold. I put everything I had into the engagement party, but out of the blue, Winona embraced Claude Landton instead. She even tried to frame me and boot me to jail. I canceled the party and called the cops instead. That made Winona mad, and Claude started panicking. Icily, I said, "Now, calm down. We have a lot of trials to go through. See you in court."