Troll Dolls Blue Hair Novels & Stories

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.

I thought momentarily. "She had long kinky hair, eyes were piercing pearly blue with fire in the center, which pierced through the very soul of any she looked straight in the orbs. She loved colors and played with them as much as she wanted which came in the form of flowers. The most noticeable was on her skull. She carried hair of a blast of vibrant colours in Rasta twists, dreads, dependent on her moods complementarily on her head which was never enough space to express the blast within with colours of carefully selected flamboyant petals combined.

“Oh, Roe these are beautiful.” The one doll had light blonde hair and blue eyes, “This one almost looks like you!” I smiled at her. “But I don’t think she has red in her hair.” She said sadly and thinking hard then smiled brightly as she had an idea. “I know maybe I can use a marker. Mommy can I use a marker on my doll’s hair.” I could see the Luna was uneasy about how to answer so I leaned down to Roe. “I don’t think you should color her hair.”

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.

That night, after Mom went to bed, I ordered a new toy—thicker, longer, with a realistic head and a strong suction base. It arrived two days later in a plain package. I was carrying it upstairs when he appeared in the hallway. “What’s that?” His eyes narrowed on the box, nostrils flaring as he scented the air. My face burned. “Just… sanitary pads,” I lied, clutching the package to my chest. “Girl stuff.” He stared at me for a long, heavy second, that intense Alpha gaze making my nipples harden and my wolf want to bare her throat and submit.

The dress's daring neckline and thigh-high slit were a deliberate display of assertiveness and dominance. The third girl carried herself with an air of condescension, and her appearance mirrored her disdainful attitude. Her brown hair was styled impeccably, each strand in place, and her icy blue eyes observed everything with a critical eye. Taylor wore a form-fitting, silver dress that sparkled under the bathroom lights. The dress's intricate sequins and beads created a dazzling effect, adding an air of haughty elegance. The hemline, though seemingly demure, flirted with scandalous lengths, and the subtle slit hinted at a willingness to defy expectations.