Uglydolls Nolan Novels & Stories

Raising her hand to wave. “Hey, it’s your Uncle Dan!” It’s my friend Keegan. Is that my Uncle Ben? Calling them over to us. “Hey, my name’s Taylor.” Hi, I’m Cleo. Magnolia. Dolphin. Blue. “This is my daughter, Sadie.” My little girl, Petal. This is Anastasia. Lola. Jean. Because names aren’t really important. Just a collection of sounds we give to each other. I guess any word or sentence is, really.

Just trust. I rushed home as soon as possible. I froze when I heard shouting on the other side of the door. Tom’s voice rang through the hall. “You can’t just hit people when you’re upset!” he was mad. “They laughed at me, Dad!” Noah cried. “They said it looked stupid!” I walked in and my heart cracked. Noah sat on the floor, cheeks blotchy and wet, next to a mess of broken plastic tubes and duct tape. His school project, his precious space capsule lay in ruins.

ALEX POV: While the hair stylist was making my hair I was checking my phone to keep track of the time I don't want to go home late and received another beating that will damage this fake face of mine. “So who are you to Killian Lockwood, are you a sister or girlfriend?” she asked inquisitively. More than any other thing I hate people who put their nose in other people business and I wanted to put her in her place at the moment, which was unlike me but she's making my hair so I wouldn't want to cause any drama.

I moved my leg that was held by the splint, and the pain was so intense that I let out a cry. "Ugh!" Enzo turned toward me immediately, alarmed. "What's wrong? Where does it hurt?" I took a deep breath, and my voice, which had previously come out raspy and loud, grew small again. "Can I... use your phone?" Enzo looked at his phone, his fingers moving quickly to open something. Then he showed me the screen: an article titled "The Death of the Best Daughter-in-Law of Rosa Abraham Jones, the Influential Millionaire and Scholar."

Nolan's point of view Nolan couldn't believe his eyes. It was Fred and Diana's mother. What the hell was going on there? “Did you notice anything different?” asked Uncle Dilan. Nolan looked at him ironically and replied: “Apart from the fact that she's dead?” “Pay attention, and tell me what's wrong,” insisted Uncle Dilan. Nolan approached and examined the body. The wound on her neck could have been made by wolves or vampires. And then he realized: the damn smell.

Nolan covered my mouth with his blood-covered hand. "Shut up!" I was still fighting back, kicking my feet to random directions. "You are dead now!" Nolan ripped my dress and exposed my bare chest. "You even got a hickey you bitch. Hmmm.. should i give you more?" He started to kiss my shoulder and moving down to my chest and biting my skin along the way. I kept trying to let out a scream but failed miserably. I was crying and shaking my head to get away from him. I manage to scratch his face and he pulled away and started cursing at me and pulled me by my dress, ripping it even more.

"That toad Ursula just doesn't know when to keep her tongue from flapping." Chelsea's mind wandered back to the woman with the puffy face. "Her name is Ursula? What is this, a twisted remake of The Little Mermaid?" he quipped, earning a scathing glance from Ethel. She gritted her teeth and snorted, "I think that bump on your head did more damage than we thought, you're sounding dumber by the minute!" "Says the person who pushed me into having that bump!" Chelsea snarled, his eyes flashing with anger.

Anabelle answered in a low tone. Nolan led the way to Melanie's room while he continued blabbing about some experience he had with one of the warriors. His makeup skill had enhanced since the last time that she saw him, his lips shone pink because of their natural colour and the lip tint while his eyes held an exotic look because of the eye shadow and the coloured lenses in his eyes. Anabelle could not disagree that Nolan pulled off the look with a large pink sweater that exposed one of his shoulders and the dark jeans that held his skin. She made sure to compliment him because Nolan was a sucker for compliments, especially about his looks. "He was totally hot until he opened his mouth and s

What if there was protection within the system? Before she could snap back to herself, Nolan took a small item out of his backpack and walked over. He didn’t bend down, only extended his hand. “Here.” It was a hand-stitched doll—a penguin. It had rounded lines and innocent eyes, awkwardly cute. “I don’t play with these,” Angela said, clearly uninterested. Only then did Nolan squat down. “It has something fun about it. You just haven’t found it yet.” He offered it to her again.

“No one will ever make you feel small again.” She kissed her forehead. Then turned off the light. And walked back out into the silence of the house. The internet didn’t sleep. Especially not when there was drama wrapped in wealth, entitlement, and the innocent cry of a child. At exactly 6:42 PM, a fashion lifestyle account known for celebrity street style coverage uploaded a seemingly harmless video: “Cutest thing ever, little fashionista in glitter heels steals the show at Goldleaf Galleria.” It began sweetly, someone filming the toddler twirling in her new shoes, giddy and giggling beneath the soft glow of the luxury mall chandeliers.