Ugly Dolls Characters Novels & Stories

Mate. My wolf howled in my head, fighting to take over, but I couldn’t, not when Clara had no idea, though she would doubt it soon enough. At least I could just give them my virginity, because after today I might not see them again. They had jet-black curly hair that fell on their faces, making them look more striking than ever. They looked so identical one could barely tell the difference, but I could. I approached them, my chest hammering, not even responding to Clara. I guess I was really into them.

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.

Living, but not fully alive. From a lifeless doll, a being emerged, taking form of a humanoid, yet different from them. With fingers elongated and circles of metals that swirled it’s ghastly fingers forming several rings, and elongated body which is covered in white cloth. It’s pale face tilted up. Tyr who would usually giggled uncontrollably went still as her face pulled into a tight expression. “As I thought…” She sauntered to the newly formed being and grabbed it’s face by it’s skinny chin. “My precious child is more beautiful than a doll like you.”

A grim thought enters my mind as I carefully watch him, so transfixed. I am his doll. I used to play with dolls when I was a little girl. When my mama is still alive, and my father is still sober. This is exactly how you play a doll. Dressed it up. Making sure that it always looks good and beautiful, and prepping it like a princess. Just like me. I thought I would be sleeping down in a basement, but instead, he put me in this spacious room with all the lavish comfort it brings, but that doesn’t change the fact that I am no more than an object to his eyes.

I really am starting to feel like an old lady that only knows how to sigh all day long. I did a warm-up before finally deciding to go to bed after washing my hair and body thoroughly. As an introverted person, I was still very keen on cleanliness; I hated dirtiness the most. Even the second sequel to Beauty Kills the Doll had me twitching my lips in disgust because my favorite doll was covered with dirt. It was such an infuriating thing. But what can I do? They were acting and the doll was not even real, so they treated the doll like shit.

A side effect of spending too long with the doll. "Wait. What happened?" Someone looked toward Landon. "You are…" Landon was standing with their back to them. He hadn't been interested in saving them at all. After all, those without jealousy or greed wouldn't have succumbed to the doll no matter how hard she tried. The dolls were all drawn to people who were naturally evil. Just like the doll had said, the entertainment industry was a perfect breeding ground for her. After all, everyone wore a mask and kept their true self hidden. Although they seemed to live a glorious life, they were probably rotten within.

I hummed looking around for the perfect doll “That black one” I pointed at the angry looking doll “Haha, I thought you'll go for this pink cute looking one cause the last time you wore pink it really suited you why going for the pink one?” “Cause it looks like you” “Huh?” He gasped touching his face “Come on Amy we both know I don't look like this” “Just get it and stop complaining” I nudged his shoulder “Yes ma” He laughed and began struggling with the claw machine, I sat down and watched as he put coins over and over and over again and still the black doll refuse to be grabbed

“I came here once to get a present for the daughter of one of our foremen. It took me hours to decide what to get her, there’s so much to choose from.” Meg nodded. “Luckily, I already see exactly what you should get for Ruth.” She began to walk toward a doll with blonde ringlets and a lavender dress that nearly matched the shade Meg happened to be wearing. The doll had bright blue eyes and plenty of frilly lace and bows on her gown. “This doll looks very much like Dolly did before she lost her sight.” “Really?” Charlie asked, taking the doll from the shelf. “And you think she’d want one just like the one she has—only with eyes.”

I walk into the family restroom, and lock the door behind me. Since I obviously couldn’t bring any weapons with me, I have to resort to using my bare hands to destroy the doll, but this proves to actually be far more satisfying. I picture Bethany screaming in pain, her everlasting perky smile finally wiped off her smug face, as I rip out her hair, tear away her arms and legs, rip her head off, and then proceed to rip apart her torso until Sleeping Beauty is nothing more than a pile of shredded fabric and stuffing.

My little brother-in-law and sister-in-law are now facing all those miseries which my siblings once faced. And about my doll!! She is the main pawn in this game. She is suffering here every time in my clutch. I have made her an actual doll who has an owner. And that is me. She is now so obedient that if I say her to sit than she sits. If I say her to breath than she breathes. I have made her my pet. My obedient pet!! Sometimes when I look at her innocent face I feel to stop all this. But I can't. Bhabani and her family will pay for my family's sufferings. You must be wondering why I am punishing Bhavani's children!! Well, they are suffering because of their mother's sin.