Ugly Dolls Characters Novels & Stories

Darkous was also unable to acquire the princess, his plan deflated by his arrogance. Darkous wearily tested the force to which the chains could withstand, though nothing he did seemed to loosen their grip. Suddenly the glow of light entered the room, forcing Darkous to snap his eyes shut. The demon suddenly became loud, the dark lord struggling to keep him at bay. After many minutes Darkous’ eyes adjusted enough to the blinding light, allowing him to take first glance of the prison that bound him. He could see the faces of many. Though they were not ordinary faces, these were the faces of the things both Darkous and his demon feared the most; these were the faces of dolls.

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

I hated distractions, I hated anything that took me away from my goal. Yileyna was just that, a temptation worse than anything else on this planet. From those seductive grey eyes to those plump pouty lips that were made to be wrapped around a cock. She was made of every man’s dirtiest thoughts. The ideal doll to fulfil even the filthiest of sins. She wasn’t built like most women, from her creamy blemish-free skin that never seemed to change no matter what the weather was. A canvas for me to paint with pleasure.

he said "hmm, so you are saying you are a bad person, a badboy'' I smiled "Yeah I am a badboy and that makes you a bad girl with you by my side" ''so you are saying I am the badboy's bad girl right?" "no wrong" he grab my chin forward "you are beautiful like a doll, feisty and strong so I'd say you are The Badboy's baby doll" he stated darkly with a smirk.

"Quite the appetite. Just be careful not to play too rough, counselor. Some dolls break easier than they look." Humiliation and anger choked me. He was shaming me in the cruelest way possible. Julian sensed it. His hand found mine. He laced his fingers through mine. "Mr. Costello." His voice was still calm, but it held absolute power. "Some games, I prefer to make the rules myself." Damien's smile vanished. "We'll have plenty of time for games," Julian continued, looking Damien dead in the eye. "And you... Mr. Costello. Your time is up."

Desire and fury collided in his chest, an unstable alchemy that made his beast form strain against the edges of itself, as though his own skin no longer quite fit. He turned back toward her. His little doll. The thought tasted wrong the moment it formed—doll suggested fragility, obedience, glass. She was none of those things. She was a knife that had forgotten it was meant to stay sheathed. She scrambled to her feet. Blood dripped from her palms. Her dress was torn. Her hair tangled. And yet she stood tall and proud. The forest clung to her—leaves in her hair, dirt on her knees, his blood on her hands—marking her as surely as any rune.

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.

The doll was custom made and had a face that was exact replica of Mahira’s face. Mahira somehow managed to look at the doll’s face, to her horror it was indeed a replica of herself in a belly dance costume, only this costume was more skimpy, 'was this some kind of joke?, was this really Tazz’s idea or Sonia’s?,’ she was flabbergasted , the face of the doll was indeed that of hers, she just realised how this ugly guy had just squeezed the doll’s breast, it was equivalent to have done it to her. She thought she’d had enough. “Mr. Goldwyn, you may please carry on with your celebrations, I have another official assignment to deal with,” saying so she turned to leave

~ They think I'm 'that strong' ~ Who doesn't know Alyne? A bullyable girl who is always an easy target for bullies at her school. A beautiful face does not guarantee that she can be free from that bad things. Even having a brother does not guarantee that she can survive all these things, even her brother is one of the ferocious predators who is always ready to attack her anytime and anywhere, knows no time and knows no place.

Stained with blood and dirt? I dropped to my knees as I stare in horror. I can see the reflection of the sun in the gem. I can see a picture moving. A girl was playing in the woods with a doll in her hand. They wore the same dress but this one is clean. The girl was happy and enjoying the day. There was a shadow walking towards her, carrying a big rock. The girl sat down in the leaves and without her realizing it, a guy dressed as a senior hit the rock on her head, and she dropped her head in the leaves. The senior ran away from the dead girl. A gem was left on the forehead of the doll. The girl's body is lifeless. The gem shone bright, the doll blinks its button eyes and stands up. It tur