Ugly Doll Book Novels & Stories

The pain she was feeling in her vagina was something to write about, but nevertheless, she was so hungry that she might not last for another minute She managed to open the door and she went out and started walking to only God knows Some maids passed by her and started murmuring " Why the h*ll is she looking like that?..." " So ugly..." "She even stinks..." Valerie didn't mind, of course, she would stink and she was going to look awful too. Her hair was all scattered, with dry lips, and black face due to the excessive tears. Dry blood all over her thighs, but how the h*ll will she take her bath when the room she was kept In is like a place where animals are kept?

He added. Gerry focus his eyes towards the doll. It was that some sort of doll, where one would mostly find on antique shop. It looks old, worn out perhaps by how long it might have been in his possession if it actually belongs to him. It was dirty, there are remnants of mud clinging on its clothes. It was figure of a small girl, woven smile and button eyes it what make it somehow, appease the murder it might have witness as it continue pretentiously watching ahead at what it’s owner committed.

Hello, My name is Jane, and between my sister and me, I am the ugly one. And no, I am not an insecure bitch who likes to complain about my looks all the time. My sister Liliana is blessed with beautiful genes. She had long flowing blonde hair with bright blue eyes and pink lips that remind you of delicate flower petals.

I gulped, waiting for the answer that I thought was coming. Virgo placed his finger and thumb onto his chin with one hand while using the other to support his elbow, humming as he thought about my question. “Nope. Educate me?” He asked nonchalantly, a sly smile on his face as he looked back down at me like he thought he was clever. I only pointed at my face without saying a single word, and he shrugged in return, as if he wasn’t getting it at all. “U-G-L-Y.” I spelled out for him- maybe he was just all looks and no brains? It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know what I was talking about.

Azrael said something in Japanese language that no one understood but I knew because Azrael had said it a few times when he was reading me a book. My heart is in your world. It was reference from an old author called Ushio Sakamoto. The book was called ‘Hearts with no bound’. It was about a humanoid male doll whose creator’s dying wish was for the doll to find a purpose to his existence, simply put to find a human that made his core beat and protect that human. He found that emotion with a female human. It was a classic piece that I had Azrael read repeatedly to me because it was romantic but tragic that it made me cry each time.

“Oh, Mr. Luciano doesn’t want to let loose for our doll. He bids thirty million dollars. Does anyone want to get higher than thirty?” I now had a hard time following the dialogues, and the numbers kept on getting higher and higher, and it’s making me dizzy. “Counting once…” “… going twice…” “…thri– Oh, we have a new bidder for this doll. Mr. Bronislav bids Fifty Million Dollars.” “Wow, just wow.” I felt like I wasn’t a human. I felt like a piece of trash that had been found in the dumpster, which they cleaned and put in a box where stupid people collected them.

Lizzette sat on the table near the head of number 1,468, the one she had been working on earlier, which she had chosen to name Hester Pineyfrock (her dress would be green, of course) Lizette’s rosy cheeks showed their approval of the fabric shade Serendipity had chosen, and for a few moments she was able to live vicariously through the dolls she was bringing to life. After a few minutes floating around in another dimension, one where dolls went to fancy parties, waltzed for hours with handsome young gentle-dolls, and ate dainty pastries, Serendipity felt eyes boring into the back of her head, and she wasn’t sure if it was one of her four-legged friends, or the letter itself, but she was no l

“Never grasped what’s so good about this one though.” Amara eyed the book and a familiar sensation hit her. “This one?” she asked. Rhys nodded placing the book back. And running his fingers over others. “You have read that.” He said. Amara stilled but soon recovered and asked. “What is it about?” “A princess in love with the villain.” Amara laughed. “Never took you as a reading type.”

Hades growled, dragging his sharp teeth over the side of Doll's neck. "I can't wait, sweet devil, though I'm curious if you'll be so aggressive once that second plate of chicken is tempting you away. So maybe you should, I don't know, start doing those things before-" Doll was cut off as the arm of the chair opened and a robotic arm holding a jar of something drew his attention. The top of the jar was labelled with the words for naughty no-furs who don't know how to behave. Doll's eyes met Hades's as he also considered the jar. "You know that's from the Black Devil's bag of tricks. It might be dangerous."

A cold chill tousled through the hairs on the back of my neck and filtered down my spine, prompting me to spin around and make it back towards the front of the door when my eyes were drawn into something I had not really noticed previously. A dazzling porcelain doll sat competently on a rocking chair, facing my direction. She initially appeared to be expensive and visually striking, as if she has a million bolts of charm and glamour lurking beneath her smile. Her ocean-blue eyes have depths of innocence in them, and it seemed as though an inevitable gravity was dragging me in to explore those vast sets of orbs.