Ugly Doll Book Novels & Stories

“I know what’s wrong with you. That greedy little wolf cunt needed more than a toy, didn’t it? Look at you… making such a filthy mess for Daddy.” He gripped the base of the dildo and pushed it deeper, grinding it right against that perfect spot inside me. Stars exploded behind my eyes. “Yeah, Mona… just like that. Imagine it was my thick Alpha cock stretching this tight, forbidden pussy instead of plastic.” I moaned brokenly as another wave built fast. “You’ve been teasing me for weeks,” he continued, voice low so only I could hear, “walking around in those tiny dresses, leaving your door unlocked like a naughty little bitch in heat. Every time I punished you, your slick dripped for me.”

Mathilda’s POV “Mathilda! Open the door! Do you hear me?” Paula’s shrill voice shattered my precious nap. What the hell did she want now? She’d been pounding on the door nonstop like her life depended on it. I tried to ignore her, but eventually gave in — my ears couldn’t take her annoying voice any longer. Suppressing my irritation, I opened the door to find the curly-haired demon herself standing there. “Were you masturbating?” she asked, raising an eyebrow, her tone dripping with vulgar amusement.

I was the ultimate glow-up story. My parents were both obsessed with looks and voices, yet when I was born, I looked like an underdeveloped monkey. Even my cries sounded like a frog, croaking so loudly that the entire hospital ward found me annoying. My parents named me Blob and dumped me at Grandma's house far away from them. I only earned the right to return home when I made it into a national top university. My father, a movie star, merely glanced at me before his brows knitted together. "Hat, sunglasses and mask? Why are you wrapping yourself up like that? What, are you ashamed to show your face?" My mother, a chart-topping singer, scoffed. "She probably saw us take Vivian on that s

People always have different opinions and wonder how a fat, ugly girl like me would be dating such a handsome heir of a wealthy family and a billionaire CEO. I even felt lucky, and other girls began to be jealous of me, especially my bullies and the ones in high school. I sat comfortably in the cozy, dark, shiny car as the driver concentrated on his job, looking sternly at the smooth, long, city-vibe road. Olivia took a glance at me as the orange light in the car shone upon my face. I noticed the glance and asked, “Why are you looking?” I asked in an unfamiliar accent as we drove through the dark city.

ing. One day, while they were playing in Meg’s study, Ruth managed to pull open a drawer to an old bureau, one Meg hadn’t looked in for as long as she could remember. There, in the bottom lay one of her old dolls, the one she had called simply, “Dolly.” As Ruth gasped in delight and reached for the plaything, Meg gathered both the little girl and the remembrance into her arms, sitting down on the rug as Ruth wiggled and shouted, “Baby!”

Baby was getting ready to help Aura open the gift wrap. "I miss dad and mom now." Aura's voice sounded sad. Dollan ruffled Aura's hairs. "Let's open the gift." "Okay, let's open it." Aura's face was cheerful again. The three of them unwrapped the gifts and were surprised because they contained three dolls. a duplicate doll of Grey, Camelia and Aura. "Wow ... This is cool." Aura was very happy to see the contents of the gift. "You're right, this is cool. This is the first time I've seen a duplicate human doll like this and the doll looks real."

Because even Ryder didn’t know how far I’d gone. I stopped at the corner, glancing around. Empty. I walked faster. My locker was at the end of the row, near the storage room. I reached it and twisted the lock open. And then I froze. My books were gone. Papers ripped. Clothes slashed down the middle. Everything looked like it had been clawed at. But that wasn’t what made my breath hitch. It was the doll. A small, porcelain-faced doll. One of those creepy old ones with blinking glass eyes—except this one didn’t have a head. Just the body, propped up on my crumpled cheer top like some sick centerpiece.

Then, my gaze fell downward. On the floor, a straw doll stood like a mockery. Its straw head was covered in cloth, its body bound with black ribbons. Around the doll, there were circles etched with something thick—blood. The runic lines I thought I’d seen in old books twisted like roots, but here they were barbed, waiting for something to collapse. On the doll, several strands of hair were tied. The strands were smooth, dark, and I stared at them like a fool staring at an artifact—it was a glow I recognized. Alpha King’s hair.

By the window, Neo watched as cars departed from the neighborhood. He reached out, slowly drawing the curtains closed. Picking up the zombie doll from the floor, he placed it on a shelf in the small room. Then he walked over to the cabinet furthest inside and pulled open the drawer. Inside the drawer lay a row of handmade dolls. They were all tattered and strange-looking. Some were missing arms, some had broken legs. Others had their mouths sewn shut, their faces expressionless. These dolls all bore a striking resemblance to Jenny. Neo picked up one of the dolls, looking at its broken arm, his eyes filled with a chilling sense of foreboding.

I looked around until a shelf caught my attention, on top of the shelf is a sign posted in it that reads 'Bondage and Sadomasochism', I wander through the shelf until a book caught my attention. Dollar Sign by Giza Clay. The title of the book was intriguing, I took the book off the shelf and read the summary of the novel written on the back. After reading the summary, I decided to read the whole book later. I turned the book over the last page where you can see a picture of the author and the author's biography. My brows furrowed when I saw Giza's picture, I couldn't help but ask myself what the fuck happened to his face. He has an angelic face, very beautiful but a scar in an X shaped destr