Uglydolls 2 Novels & Stories

At the cabinet full of things I'd never seen before. I was a virgin. Twenty-three years old. The only sex I'd ever had was a blurry memory from high school graduation, the after-party, too much cheap vodka, a boy whose name I couldn't remember. I'd woken up the next morning with a headache and torn clothes and a vague sense that something had happened. I'd never been sure. I'd never wanted to be. But standing here, in this red room, with a man who called me Doll, I felt something I hadn't felt in years. A pull. A heat. A part of myself I'd locked away a long time ago.

Chapter 1 The room was gloomy and dimly lit. The only beam of light in the darkness came from the screen of the Television. Nestled in my usual chair, my eyes rested on the flickering screen of the big box. On the screen of the box was a girl, staring at three traditional african dolls, all of them were dressed in white gowns. One was burned to a crisp, the second was only scorched on one side and the third was untouched by the flames. The girl reached out her hand and picked up the doll that had not been burned. She smiled down on it and caressed its cheek. The doll had eyes that seemed to sparkle. I stared in horror as the sparkly eyes suddenly warped into a bloody red. The doll cackled fi

LOL girl got dumped and decided to become a supervillain I scrolled past those. I’d been called ugly before, messy, every flavor of unstable and dramatic and too much. Those insults slid off; their cruelty was almost familiar, almost safe. What froze me was the second video, shot inside the tent by someone close enough to catch every word. My voice came through tinny and sharp on a stranger’s phone, every slurred syllable immortalized.

Aria muttered. They breached the side entrance. Metal groaned, dust hung thick. Inside, shelves of abandoned tech, outdated servers, boxes, shredded files. But the center of the room held a clean, operational hub. A single screen flickered. And then, Helena appeared. Live. “Hello, darling Aria,” she purred through the speakers. Aria stepped forward, fury simmering. “No more games.” Helena smiled. “But this is just beginning. You exposed me. Bold move. But you forgot, you have more to lose than me.”

She arched off the table, with a hoarse moan. I added a third finger, getting her wider, while my thumb circled her clit. Her hips bucked wildly, but the straps held her in place. “Look at you, pretty like a doll.” “Your fuckdoll,” she panted, her hands gripping the table edges. I fingered her harder, the wet sounds filling the air. Mira screamed, her body trembling as another orgasm ripped through her. But I pulled my fingers out and slammed my cock back into her pussy, still hard and still hungry.

Honestly, she was scarier than Maleficent. “Why would I video call a disgusting face like yours? Gross! Fine, if Fredric’s not there, I’ll call him later. By the way, I called specifically to insult you. I’m bored and frustrated, and your ugly face isn’t worthy of being my rival, Mathilda. Just because Fredric and I are fighting doesn’t mean he’s yours! No! It will never happen! Wake up from your fantasy, bitch!” Paula hung up abruptly. The morning that had started so beautifully now felt like a storm. And just like that, the spirit I’d built up vanished.

Antonio felt more relaxed now that the weird nervous atmosphere wasn't surrounding them anymore . " Okay !.......Slowly.....take your arm out . " said Antonio helping him change his shirt . After he took off the shirt Antonio prepared the new cleaned shirt for him . ".......Are you being serious ? " asked Damian when he saw the shirt . " What's wrong ? " asked Antonio . " You do realize this is considered a big size of kid's pajamas , right ? " said Sdamian with a serious tone . " They have the image of Red from the Angry Birds movie . " said Antonio seriously .

There is no house, but there's a white iron proof gate with an alarm button and a code switch. I turn to Rory who is almost already absent and unconscious. "There's no house here, Mr Gate, only a white gate." I carefully explain to him, fearing that I might have gotten the location wrong and that we might be at the wrong location. "It's an underground house." He slowly replies and blood pours out of his mouth. His eyes still close "75598002, that's the code. I get down and hurry to the code switch on the gate and press the number and after the last digit, it opens on its own accord. I come back into the car and hastily drive-in.

Sure enough, ‘Xyla Quest apologize’ had made it to number seven on the list. Xyla simply clicked on it, and various foul languages from Josh’s fans and netizens blew up in her face. Among the insults, there was one that was particularly an eyesore. “Xyla Quest is so ugly, where does she get the confidence to cling onto our Brother Josh? Have you no shame? Xyla Quest, you b*tch!” She snorted and returned to her homepage to type out, “There was no seduction. It’s an angle problem. Stop disturbing me.”

" 𝐼 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑎 𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑐𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑢𝑔𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑒 𝑍𝑎" " 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑍𝑒 " 𝑍𝑖𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑔𝑖𝑔𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘.