Ugly Doll Book Novels & Stories

We were crammed into a shitty apartment that stank of mold and sewage. Outside the window, we could hear the shouts of our enemies hunting for him. Inside, we had a single, paint-chipped pistol. He sat on the floor, covered in blood, in the dark and cramped room. He never knew that the innocent girl in the white dress before him had all but disowned her family and abandoned her name for him. "Rosalie, are you sure about this?" His eyes then were like those of a cornered, lone wolf, his voice trembling.

Not mercury, but a thick, black tar-like substance that smelled of burnt hair and ancient dust. "The Oubliette," Dante hissed, his obsidian eyes widening. He looked at Ivy, then at Silas, who was backing away into the shadows of the quay. "Silas! Take the note! The note is the map!" But Silas wasn't looking at the note. He was looking at the clockwork doll, which had begun to move. Its tiny, silver hands were reaching for the scissors in Dante’s pocket. "The doll isn't a mirror, Dante," Silas whispered, his voice trembling. "It's a bomb."

“But don’t you like the big doll? Daddy and Mommy got it just for you. It's very expensive than Russel's toy car and Minmin's chocolate.” The doll was nearly as tall as Christopher, its glossy eyes gleaming in the dim, shabby room. In that broken-down house, the expensive doll looked disturbingly out of place. “I don’t want it! I want Russel’s car! I want Minmin’s chocolates! Give them to me! Give them to me!” Christopher screamed, throwing a tantrum. Melda immediately gave in, stroking his hair and whispering, “Alright, alright. Tomorrow. Mommy will get them for you tomorrow.”

He grunted, "Damn, this toy is as heavy as a human." Daniel explained, "It's made to match a real body one-to-one. Even the parts are carefully replicated." George admired my body, his eyes wandering all over, making my body burn. I never once expected a stranger to look at me that way. A burning desire deep in me instantly lit up. He fondled my fullness, then let his hands wander to my waist before placing them on my abdomen. He lifted my skirt to admire my bottom half. To make things more convincing, Daniel had not let me wear any underwear.

"Honey, I can always tell the sharks apart from the guppies..." The what from the what? What the hell is her deal anyway... "First off..." she says smoothly, "you’re sitting ramrod straight like you’ve got a fist shoved up your ass." My jaw drops at her crude language and she smirks wider around another drag of her cigarette. "You’re also looking around with those big wide innocent baby blues... like a lost Disney princess." I scowl but my face burns with shame, "That is not true!" "Oh it absolutely is..." She gestures lazily around us, "And in places like this?"she continues. "Creeps can smell innocence from miles away. You keep looking around like that and one of them’s gonna drag you into

At this time, the other person had entered the store, standing in front of a glass case full of porcelain dolls. Oralie followed her and saw that what Selina was staring at was a very beautiful doll. The doll has bright red lips, just like this vampire's red lips. The doll has long, straight brown hair, and her eyes are adorned with green, which is a bright color, but this bright color gives it an extremely cold look. The combination of arrogance and nobility emanating from it was beautiful. The more delicately crafted clothes that brought out that pretentiousness, the more nobility emanated from them.

“He hung me up, I think. My throat’s been weird this whole morning. I thought I was coming down with something, but it felt kind of suffocating? So I think the doll probably got hung from something.” “Like those sunny dolls? What kind of kink is that?” I frowned and softly touched the doll’s neck. There was a sewing crease there, so it made sense for wrinkles to appear around that area. I could imagine the doll being tied up and hanging like a sunny doll. The more I looked, the more the sight of the crease began to irritate me. It almost looked like someone had wrapped a rope around its neck. I wanted nothing more than to smooth it out.

She seemed to understand that this time, she had lost completely. Byron's figure disappeared beyond the villa gates. Only Claire, with her frozen expression, and my guilt-ridden parents remained in the garden. In the deathly silence, Claire suddenly crawled toward the corner and pulled a tattered princess doll from the bushes. She clutched the doll tightly and stumbled toward my parents, smiling vacantly. "I'm the princess. There's only one princess, and that's me..." She had lost her mind. Mom finally broke down. She and Dad held each other and sobbed. "What have we done?"

Grasping a pillow, he sought refuge on the couch, an uncomfortable departure from his accustomed sleeping quarters. The couch, an unfamiliar surface, proved to be a source of torment as Mason struggled to find rest. His eyes, fixed on Isabel peacefully occupying his bed, radiated an intense glare fueled by the resentment of losing his sanctuary. In a fit of frustration, Mason muttered, "Only God knows when this ugly creature will exit my life. My existence has transformed into an emotional hell. Damn it!" The urge to eject Isabel from his room surged within him, yet he managed to restrain himself, if only for that night. The internal battle between his disdain for Isabel and the restraint he

The one with the fresh flowers and the book I'd never read. I closed the door. Locked it. Leaned against the wood and slid down until I was sitting on the floor. I was his Doll now. He'd made sure of it. The fuck have I gotten myself into? I pulled my knees to my chest and waited for morning. --- End of Chapter 6