Unbreakable Machine-doll Novels & Stories

"If I go down, I’m taking your 'Mother of Alphas' title with me. I want you to look into their eyes and see nothing but static!" ​The Machine’s Logic ​The automaton stepped through the smoke of the blown-out doorway. It was a terrifying fusion of the Vane-Security-Model-9 and the distorted consciousness of Alpha Vane. Its chest plate was translucent, revealing a miniature obsidian shard pulsing with a sickly amber light. The digital projection of Alpha’s face on its visor was flickering, his features stretching and warping like melting wax.

Zoran, "By the way, how much is that boxing machine?" "How much?" Mr. Zoran drew a blank and turned to slide a guilty glance at Tijil before answering softly, "Around a hundred million dollars…" Ivo Werner snapped at Frank right then, "What are you getting at brat?! Are you saying that you'll break that boxing machine?! I don't mind telling you—members of Thousand Isles Guild have helped design the machine itself! "You'll never understand the mechanics, but it's never going to be overloaded. Hell, it can take even five times the punching force of its estimated limit—"

What a befitting theme! Writing it down, London realised that the fuck machine model was meant for horizontal action and not vertical. Even if she bought the queening chair, it wasn’t possible for her to fit the dildo or toy onto the machine to work vertically. Even after scanning the catalogue twice, London couldn’t find any vertical pumping machines. It made sense that nobody would buy something vertical when playing with toys because most people would be put in reclining or suspending positions.

"I'll make you pay one day . . . Mark my word.” The machine remained silent, its glow steady and unyielding. “Let’s go, boss,” Lydia urged, her voice shaking. She grabbed his arm, trying to pull him toward the newly formed doorway in the wall. “Please . . . we can’t fight this. They wouldn’t want you to throw your life away.” His jaw tightened, but he allowed her to guide him. As they passed the threshold, Lydia turned back to me. “Take Blooby,” she said, her tears streaming. She pushed the small machine toward me. “I’ve just programmed him to see you as his new master. This is the best I can do.”

"No" "There's nothing to talk about" "Please give me a chance, you just left, let me.." " No" " Please leave me Joe, I don't ever want to see your face" " Ari... I..." " Mom look what I found" I frozed as Connor interrupted, flaunting a spiderman, a truck, and a teddy bear..

There is simply no other possession, anyone could hold, more precious than this. A friend of mine named Paul received an automobile from his brother as Christmas present. On Christmas eve, when Paul came out of his office, a street urchin was looking around the shining new car, admiring it.

Someone like me. I’ve never let anyone stain me. No fumbling hands. No clumsy mouths. I’ve kept myself perfect. Because I was meant for someone powerful. For him. He’ll see it now. He’ll see the difference. Between a broken thing… and a masterpiece. I leaned forward and set the glass down gently, unable to hide my smile. She’s finished. I sauntered over to my closet, a satisfied smirk playing on my lips. With a graceful gesture, I opened my closet and retrieved a special item. A human machine doll, perfectly crafted to resemble Kaid in every detail. His strong jaw, piercing eyes, and chiseled physique were all captured in the lifelike replica.

The knife clattered from Bryce’s grip, skittering across the polished marble like a serpent fleeing the fight. Bryce staggered but refused to fall, his lips curling into a bitter laugh. “Do you even understand what I built for this moment?” His words were ragged, his breath sharp, but his voice carried the weight of madness. “Every detail… perfect. And you...you ruined it.”

"We can't stay long." They reached the Central Chamber. It was a cathedral of technology. In the center, suspended over a pit of bubbling lava for cooling, was the machine. DEUS EX MACHINA. It was a humanoid robot frame, twenty feet tall, made of liquid metal. It pulsed with purple Element energy. And connected to the robot’s head by a thick bundle of fiber-optic cables was a glass isolation pod. Inside the pod sat Cassandra. Her eyes were taped open, forced to stare at a flashing screen. She was screaming silently, her body convulsing as her mind was ripped apart and uploaded into the machine.

The silence didn’t last. It shattered. Not with sound— But with presence. Cassandra stood in front of Ethan, her eyes flickering with something unnatural… something evolving in real-time. The EMP pulse had worked. For a second. Just one. But that was enough. Because for the first time— The Machine had felt limitation. And now… It was adapting. The First Crack Mara’s breath trembled as she stared at Cassandra. Something was wrong. Not weak— No.