Ugly Doll Book Novels & Stories

The others were damaged in different terrible ways. At the end of the shelf was a new doll. It had dark hair like mine. Brown eyes like mine. It looked exactly like me. I picked it up with trembling hands. The doll was perfect in every detail. Even the dress it wore looked like one of mine. I set the doll down and picked up a book from the table. I opened it and nearly dropped it. My name was written on every page. Over and over. "Amelia. Amelia. Amelia." But some of the names had been crossed out with angry black lines.

Leaking all over the floor. "Come on, doll," Adelaide smirked upon raising her gaze to peer at her. Making her inwardly shiver with revulsion and fear. Fear of the sick monster that she was turning out to be. "Looks like I will still need your services for a little while longer," she tilted her head to the side, her dark and long hair seeming to blend in with those shadows that started to slither out of her. Nyktos' shadows. Her large blue eyes regarding her so viciously as one by one, those shadows shifted into hands and started to pluck those shards and knives out of her tortured body. Making her scream, over and over again until her corporeal body finally gave out, sending her back into a

"I do not feel pain. I do not need a history. I do not need a village or a mother. I just need to follow the script.. The script says you must be deleted." Mayas vision began to go dark. She looked at the shelf behind the dolls head. The "books" were not real. They were blocks of wood with titles painted on them. Mayas Happiness. Mayas Success. Mayas Silence. She reached out her fingers shaking and grabbed the block labeled Mayas Silence. With a scream of anger Maya slammed the block into the side of the dolls head. CRACK. The dolls head did not bleed. It dented like a bottle. A small puff of dust flew out of the wound. The grip on Mayas throat loosened. Maya ducked under the dolls arm. Ran

My mind wasn’t really on studying. I turned a corner and nearly bumped into someone. Professor Kane stood there, holding a thick book. He looked tired but still handsome in his button-down shirt. His eyes widened when he saw me. “Lila,” he said softly. I froze. “Professor. I… I should go.” I turned to leave, but his hand gently caught my arm. “Wait. Please.” The library was silent around us. No one else seemed to be in this section. The smell of old books and quiet air made everything feel intimate again.

(DARK INTEREST) “BORN without a soul. Created by the materials of ceramic and glass. A lifeless doll at first, that is gifted by life from the person that she once calls her father. The beautiful doll that was gifted to a princess, who ends up wishing to be her daughter.” Reading a book that is just like any other peculiar ones that she owns. Emie is taking notes of the past and life of one of them. “North, east, south, and west.”

At the very center of the table sat an Evil Doll. The doll was only about half a foot tall, dressed in a kimono. The silk fabric shimmered with an eerie luster in the dimness, embroidered with intricate golden vine patterns. Some of the gold threads had already worn out, revealing the dark base beneath, resembling dried bloodstains.

Crackers, maybe? Heart pounding, I peeled the velvet back. Underneath: a few chunks of hardtack and half a protein bar. I froze. Stared at the girl on the bed, still playing dead. She was faking. But why? What was she trying to pull? Did Ms. Deinert know? I looked at her perfect, peaceful face—and felt pure horror. She wasn't some helpless victim. She was a monster.

He unclasped the box, revealing some old books inside. The top novel caught his attention, its dog-eared pages and worn texture hinting at its age. The front cover was missing, but as he flipped through the pages, he found what could possibly be the title written in pen at the back: "Inner beauty and Otter's flaws." This title seemed poignant, considering Arc's past. His mom had abandoned him when he was a child, leaving unanswered questions and unresolved emotions. Arc walked in, and Chelsea looked up and saw his somber expression which was a stark contrast to his nervous energy. "What are you doing?" The question was laced with curiosity and accusation.

He will again take control over me. Before I could do anything the devil inside me said," You are becoming weak again. What's all this doll!! My doll!! Don't forget about your revenge. You are a ruthless mafia and there is no mercy inside you. Don't forget this!" My head is again spinning and my mood is again ruining. I took out another pill from my pocket and gulped it down. If this situation continues then one day I will become crazy.

He finally managed to comfort me and didn't want to cause another scene again. However, after a moment of hesitation, he slowly said, "You probably don't remember this, Cindy. But you had this doll around your neck when I met you for the first time." "What?" I frowned. Could this doll be something I liked, not Eden? If that were the case, why would Craig buy so many identical ones and give them to Eden? I checked the package. Other than the doll, there was also an ice cream inside the package. I was shocked. Did he not know I hated white things the most—especially white-colored ice cream?