Unbreakable Machine-doll Novels & Stories

“You’re in a human body, though. Soft skin, warm blood, beating heart. You’ll have to act human now. Mr. Emerson won’t buy you if you don’t.” Emerson’s lips twitched at the memory. The boy had been right. He didn’t want a regular market machine—he wanted perfection, something intriguing. And now, standing before this marvel, he knew he had it. A human shell, but programmable. Obedient. His to mold. His eyes fell on the tablet again. It displayed a status: Charge at 60% yellow bar. Neural pathways stabilizing. The boy’s voice rang again in his mind: “There are three buttons inside it that I haven't activated yet. Control. Pain. Death.”

Turn on the switch, and it would sing while spinning around. The singing was really not that great, it sounded quite funny. She remembered a few months ago, when she was making this doll, she couldn't help but laugh as she listened. "What is it?" Charlotte glanced back at him and said, "It was a very small toy, with a switch, it could sing, a weird song, like an off-key song." Leandro looked and his dark eyes flickered, "Can't remember where you put it?" "It's in my junk drawer."

But as I stopped in front of the bars, I felt a strange, electric tingle in the air. "She’s in there," Kael whispered. I looked through the shadows. A girl was huddled on the stone floor, her back against the wall. She was small, dangerously small. Her dark hair was a matted mess, and her skin was pale enough to look like marble in the dim light. She looked like a broken toy. A piece of garbage that had been thrown away. "Hey," I barked, my voice echoing off the walls. "Look at me" I said using my Alpha tone.

Helpless, he could only watch as I smashed the bot to pieces, muttering over and over, "System, I won’t change, I won’t change it…" Then, under the gaze of thousands, the shattered robot’s pieces began to move and reassemble themselves into perfect form, as if nothing had happened.

“Let’s go.” They walked forward down a dimly lit hallway and soon found themselves at another door. Without pausing, they pushed this one open as well and found it led out onto a sort of platform, which hung roughly two stories above a large, open room filled with old-looking machines. To Tina, they seemed hulking and almost dangerous in the dim light, like prehistoric predators waiting to strike. Almost haphazardly, unfinished dolls lay on the machines, some missing arms or legs, some unpainted and, most disturbingly to Tina, some lacking the mask that would give them a face, leaving the synthetic eyes to almost float in an empty head cavity.

The pup spent nearly a month in an incubator, but in the end, they couldn't save it. With the pup gone, Ryan didn't waste a second. He used every ruthless tactic at his disposal to sever the bond with Clara. Clara probably realized that if she kept fighting him, she'd end up with nothing, so she took a payout and signed the papers. Now, Vera is back on the hunt for a new Luna. But the drama surrounding the Dark Moon Pack has spread to every pack in the region. No Alpha's daughter is willing to jump into that dumpster fire. My mom had a look of pure "I told you so" satisfaction as she told me the story.

She gently tugged his necklace off earning a strangled gasp from him. Red eyes looked up at his mother in panic. "Ma..." He couldn't even finish his sentence as fear gripped him. Caius, ever troublesome and daring at age six had taken off his necklace to show his friends how cool his red eyes were and to see what would actually happen if Caia wasn't around. In under a minute, the little werepire had bitten his two friends almost sucking them dry and if not for the loud screams of one of them, they would have been drained completely.

Arthur pulled a replacement capacitor from his toolbox and began the swap. Twenty minutes later, he closed the device casing and pressed the power button. The machine hummed to life, running perfectly. Arthur packed up his tools, straightened, and addressed me politely, "Miss Ailes, the equipment is repaired. I'll send the fault report to your email. Contact me anytime if any issues arise." I nodded. "Thank you for your hard work, Arthur." At that moment, the laboratory door opened again. Two uniformed police officers stepped inside. "Excuse me, is Michelle Ailes here?"

Senna My mother told me I would be alone long before she actually got killed. She said it in the kitchen when I was fourteen years old, and I didn’t understand what she meant until I woke up in a different body. I am standing at the infirmary window in the Ironblood compound right now, watching a woman in the village below. She just picked up her little boy because he tripped on a rock. She hugged him hard, then she wiped his face and pushed him toward their house.

Janelle bolted upright, robe flaring open as the door creaked, and Dante, her upstairs neighbour, walked into her apartment. Keys in hand. Face frozen. “Shit sorry! I thought my place?” His voice trailed off. Then he looked again. Janelle on the ottoman, flushed and spread wide. Viktor kneeled between her legs, mouth frozen inches from her slick folds. Silence thickened like syrup. She fumbled for the robe. “I, I can explain” But Dante didn’t look shocked. He looked intrigued. “That’s the new ReVibe Series 3 model, right? High response AI? You, you built this?”