Troll Dolls Blue Hair Novels & Stories

++++++++++ Another one of my witch ex-friends had a favorite toy… She liked it so much, that she brought it to her dorm that’s inside the campus. I’m not sure which residence hall that was but it’s in a fairly high-end one. This toy was a hard plastic doll that had long blond-brown hair and dark blue eyes that closed whenever you put it down on its back. This doll has a lot of stories connected to it since my friend is so proud of her. This is her favorite out of all of them: Back when she was around 5-6 years old, she had a nanny who was extremely mean. She was the type who seemed like an angel when in front of her parents but became demon-like when they were alone.

Ajax looks like he is just about ready to throw the guys out of the window when more of his friends arrive. “Well, if it’s not too much trouble, why don’t we help?” A petite girl with a hair color that Holly likes comes to join in. I can’t exactly focus on her face because my eyes are captivated by her hair. “Were you born like that?” I can’t help but ask since it piques my curiosity. I remember Holly saying that the color was called pink. The girl blushes at my comment and chuckles. “Does it look natural? Thanks!” She then consciously tucks a loose strand behind her ear. “Unfortunately, it’s not natural. I have to dye it to make it turn like this.”

“What about violet?” Nate blinks, caught off guard. “What about it?” Unwinding the strand of hair, she resumes her finger-drumming rhythm. “I’m thinking of coloring my hair violet. Think it’ll suit me?” Nate arches a brow, skepticism radiating off him. “Girl, it’s going to take a few sessions of bleach to strip all that darkness out of your hair. And that’s if your hair doesn’t fall out from the trauma.” “Celeste knows how to do hair recovery like a pro,” Ariah counters with a casual shrug, the hint of a smirk tugging at her lips. “It’s not a problem. Or… what about dark blue? Like a rich indigo?”

We have actually become friends, I know enemies to friends, very cliche. The next week Jackie shifts into her dragon, and with no surprise it’s 2 shades of pink with blue outlines. Her dragon’s name is Camelle and she’s as bubbly as my own dragon. Jackie’s eye color has changed slightly to a pink and blue bi-color and her hair is now a blondish pink with light blue streaks in it.

Dragon I was surprised because the two girls looked identical except for one with pink streaks and the other with blue streaks and a very serious guy would be there, if it were not for drugs or weapons they must be prostitutes. I turned around on the stool to better observe the dogs, and maybe pay for a trio of work, the one with the pink hair seems to be trying to convince the other of something. Their light skin contrasts with their black hair and at the same time makes them look like fucking Snow White.

I went back to the window and posed like a shadow, leaning against the window and standing on my toes. I stood there until two girls wearing matching outfits came to the window, leaning against it and facing each other. I couldn't see their faces, only their long dyed hair. The one with blue hair had her phone peeking out of her bag. “I'm telling you, the doctor didn't even try to fight me when I went down on my knees and palmed his dick through his pants.” Blue hair whispered. Her friend with red hair giggled into her palm and said, “I bet he yelled emergency when he came into your mouth.”

“I sell them to collectors or to people who want to have a physical representation of their darling children to remember them by as they grow up.” I was actually quite impressed. The doll was flawless, although quite creepy since it was like looking down on the child-version of me. Ally Clark had plaited the doll’s chestnut hair into pigtails which hung down to her waist on either side of her dainty face. Her eyes were identical to mine – the pale shade of blue which looked even more ethereal in the face of the doll. The only thing that was out of place was the sailor’s uniform in which the doll had been dressed. I would never have worn that outfit. “This is amazing.” I said, handing the dol

And it looks like me. It has large eyes and pouty lips painted a soft pink. Her cheeks are plump, and her chin points down to shape the same heart. The doll looks like a perfect replica of me. Save for one thing. The doll's hair is red.

But the whole room was fu*king pink! Like a Barbie room! Even the pastel décor was like a 10-year-old Barbie+Pink obsessed lassie! Did I get in the hands of a psycho, who wants to fulfill his Barbie fantasies?! Or it could very well be some sadistic Dom Daddy or something who wanted me to play a mentally challenged baby! Didn’t the dolly had blonde hair, though? I clearly have ebony black hair!

Maybe a rebellious twin of mine or something. “Now you're going to act like you're seeing this for the first time, right?” Jade scoffed, clearly still angry about the idea that I did all this behind her back. I ran my hands through my hair to be sure I wasn't seeing things. But it was true. My hair was indeed blue. Like the color of the sky. There were streaks of white also, but most part of it was blue. I ran my hands down my face, hoping against hope that that action would wake me up from whatever dream or trance I was in, but the more I did it the clearer it became…my hair was indeed blue.