Ugly Dolls Characters Novels & Stories

Most of the females that I know looked like porcelain dolls, while I was nothing to write home about. I have never been bothered about how I looked or appeared to others but after experiencing this level of hate from Conan, then I was certain his hate must be triggered by my ugly appearance. The only person who accepted me was Aniella. To Aniella, I was like a flower who would boom like a princess when the time was right. She was the only one who made me feel like I deserved to live. My face was covered with acne and different dark spots, my legs and hands were neither smooth nor pale, instead, it was littered with scars. Maybe that was why he developed a feeling of hatred when he discovered

told him he was correct. Jozef looked down at the open box. Nestled in a bed of red velvet was a doll. It was rounded with the traditional shape of Russian nesting dolls. The body was painted in a red and white dress with brown clog shoes. Its face was a deep mahogany with lighter brown circles painted on the cheeks. It had beautiful chocolate brown eyes. The curly hair was created with short black swirls, outlined in white to make them seem almost real. Despite the doll being a caricature, it looked remarkably similar to Shaun.

“I mean since all we do is get crazy over his looks and sexiness then satisfy him when he makes it clear that he won’t even kiss or return such pleasure to us, we are just sex dolls to him, you got to admit it” “That's not true!” Olive snapped in shock. “I mean I would rather have a man like Antonio treat me like a doll than Erwin Tyson(a famous handsome actor)”. The third blonde,Selena added. “Erwin is also handsome, what do you mean?” Bella opposed. “Well nothing compared to Antonio, I understand he is very toxic but I love it that way”. Selena replied. Olive chuckled miserably, ruining her fingers into her thick blonde hair. “Girls, look I don’t care about all you are saying but no man on

There was a simulated doll in the box. The doll's eyes were gouged out, leaving only a white part. There was a long cut on its stomach, which was sewed with hemp ropes. It was all blood, and its fingers had sharp nails. Baby Doll was too lifelike. No matter how smart Henric was or how bold he was, he was still a child. Seeing such a thing, she was so scared that she screamed.

Among the broken pieces and toppled figurines, two dolls stood upright, untouched, staring at me with their glassy, painted eyes. My breath hitched as I took a step closer, unable to tear my gaze away. It felt like my lungs had seized up, the room suddenly too small, too suffocating. I recognized them instantly. The first doll wore a bright red jacket, a tiny top hat perched at a jaunty angle on its head. In its small porcelain hand, it held a miniature whip—clearly a lion tamer. The second doll was equally striking, dressed in a striped leotard with exaggerated muscles stitched into its arms, like a cartoonish depiction of a circus strongwoman.

"Ho, calm down, Grandfather. I came here just to give you some good news! Don't you want to hear it?" Xiao Meiyin, who had been sitting quietly, frowned for a moment, then stood up and pointed at Xiao Fang, asking if everything had worked out. Xiao Fang nodded. What Xiao Meiyin had thought had happened, and this time they had really succeeded in the process. Xiao Meiyin smiled and asked to show everyone present what they had achieved. Of course, Xiao Fang didn't mind. With a snap of his fingers, ten human-like dolls appeared in front of everyone present. The dolls that appeared were shaped like ordinary humans. There was no difference even when viewed up close, except for the aura of each do

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.

It had one bathroom, a small living room and a tiny balcony. A ten year old girl was sitting playing with a dirty doll, which looked extremely haggered. It had been broken many times, and jad been sewen again to be reused. The girl had a pale skin, a round face and big black eyes. She was humming a song and was making her doll walk. "One two three." She slightly smiled, making the doll's legs move. She had just arrived from school and was waiting for her mother to give her some food. Her mother was working as a labourer, and used to break bricks in construction sites.

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.

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.