Unbreakable Machine-doll Novels & Stories

Annie's heart caught, her arms tightened around Jeffrey. "Your son will need to watch his back for as long as he lives," Belarie said. "So tell me—what do you think will be more effective? His uncles—" He glanced mockingly at Dante and Kael. "—who need to sleep, eat, and can be killed? Or a machine that never tires, never bleed, never hesitate? This machine can shield the child from both physical and magical attacks." Dante's frown deepened. Kael went quiet.

My hair, damp and dark, sticks to the nape of my neck, and I exhale sharply, my breath already so unsteady. I don't wait any longer. My nails dig into the cardboard as I tear at the seal. The packaging gives way with a sharp rip, and I gasp, my chest rising and falling too fast. Inside, nestled in black foam, is the machine. Not just any toy. This is a machine fucker, the one I’ve spent weeks researching, the one that made me flush just reading the specs. The metal is cool and heavy in my hands as I lift it, the weight of it sending a jolt of anticipation straight between my thighs. It’s beautiful, sleek, black, with a polished finish that gleams under the soft glow of my bedside lamp.

By the window, Neo watched as cars departed from the neighborhood. He reached out, slowly drawing the curtains closed. Picking up the zombie doll from the floor, he placed it on a shelf in the small room. Then he walked over to the cabinet furthest inside and pulled open the drawer. Inside the drawer lay a row of handmade dolls. They were all tattered and strange-looking. Some were missing arms, some had broken legs. Others had their mouths sewn shut, their faces expressionless. These dolls all bore a striking resemblance to Jenny. Neo picked up one of the dolls, looking at its broken arm, his eyes filled with a chilling sense of foreboding.

He beckoned his assistant over with the goods. "Grandpa's gift for you." "What's inside?" "Open it and see." With the assistant's help, Buddy peeled back the layers slow, revealing a robot staring back. The thing clocked about four feet tall, towering over him. Titanium aerospace frame wrapped in medical-grade silicone, rigged with a skin-temp simulator that felt human-warm. "Whoa, awesome." Buddy's eyes went starry. Alexander chuckled. "Latest from AI Life—companion bot, not even out yet."

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Each day I wear long sleeves shirts and pants to school to cover the bruises on my body to avoid any Suspicious towards me. I isolate myself from crowds, so yes I don't have friends at all, the cause is afraid of what that man whom I call father will do, or even worse make them think of a whore who sleeps with anybody. I don't have a boyfriend at all, cause of my dad. Many boys have found me attractive and even asked me out on dates, I refused their offer cause of my dad. My grades at school are outstanding, being great at sports, but never played due to the bruise on my body.

A gasp could be heard by everyone. Elder Rose shakes her head. “It is possible you are nearing the last year before the bond breaks even though you did not accept. It will be painful each time one of the bonds snaps, more so each time.” She hesitates, looking like she wants to say something but doesn’t “That's impossible. I never felt anything and I took back my rejection.”

My hands clung to him as if letting go would mean falling into the abyss, and for a moment, I forgot even to breathe, suspended in the raw, impossible intensity of the moment. The explosion had shifted the terrain, uprooting trees and carving jagged gullies into the clearing. Dust and smoke hung heavy, mingling with the acrid scent of burning wood and earth. Figures emerged from the shadows again, their movements purposeful and precise, trained in ways that made my stomach twist with fear. They were not human in the conventional sense—they were predators, engineered for one thing: to take us down. Kenneth’s hands moved with fluid exactness, firing, shifting, weaving around the chaos like he

“I’m sorry… just don’t like when people lie to my face—even if it’s in silence.” She nodded but still steered clear of me. “Then I’ll suggest you stop smiling.” I stared at her, hard. She tossed her hair. “I don’t know if you’re aware of the fact that your eyes do not reflect emotion like normal people’s. You have dead man’s eyes, which means that when you smile, it’s even scarier.” I said nothing—just watched the numbers climb up. She cleared her throat. “I’m not scared of you, if that’s what you’re thinking. Actually, I have a friend like that. She goes haywire when you lie to her face.”

She makes the impossible, possible. I wondered why every chairman or representative of the company were so arrogant and full of themselves. It pissed me even more that I had to be the one begging for an appointment. I had planned to partner with the company whether anonymously working with them. I believed I would be a great asset they wouldn't refuse. I still had shares in my name that Roderigo didn't know about, and I planned to buy back every remaining share of my company back anonymously, he'd never know what hit him. All I have to do is wait for the perfect moment to strike, when he's cornered and would have no other choice but to sell the company shares. I wish to make them both wished