Voodoo Doll Drawings Novels & Stories

He told himself not to think about her but it didn’t seem like it’d work. In her room, Vivi sat at her desk with the lamp on. The light cast soft shadows on the walls. Her sketchbook was open, and her pencil moved quickly across the page. She didn’t paint tonight. Painting felt too loud and emotional. Drawing seemed safer and quieter. She started with simple shapes. Lines. Curves. Nothing serious. But slowly, the shapes turned into something else. A pair of shoulders… Broad, Strong… Another page showed a hand resting against a doorframe.

It's six o'clock in the afternoon after Lucien reading the documents at his hand. Opening the drawer, there is a diamond cartoon character doll in the drawer, with straight black hair, small white face, small sharp chin, and two large black crystal eyes shining with dazzling light. This is a cartoon doll that Lucien specially custom made for Nina in Swarovski. The doll stands on the table playfully, which is very different from the cold atmosphere of the president's office. It is very eye-catching. The first time he saw a similar cartoon figure in the show window in Chicago, he thought of Nina. Girls like this kind of shiny thing, and Nina will certainly like it too.

Inside was a drawing. Done in the large confident strokes of a three year old who had not yet learned to be uncertain about what she was making. Figures that were clearly people by the quality of intention behind them even if the specific representation was entirely abstract. A large figure and several smaller ones and between them what appeared to be lines connecting them. On the back in Vela’s handwriting, small and explanatory: Calla made this for you. When I asked her what it was she said it was the warmth. The lines are the web. She said you are the big one in the middle. She wanted you to have it.

Slowly, precisely, someone sketches Veda’s face into a notebook. The dark lines captured the elegant curve of my jaw, the high, open collar of my knit gown, and the exact placement of the dark violet mating punctures on my neck. The pencil came down with a heavy, final stroke, drawing a clean, blood-red line directly across my throat before the leather journal was snapped shut on silent hinges.

Something older. She looked at the girl, who was now drawing quietly with a piece of charcoal on a flat stone. At first, she drew trees and stars. But soon, her hand changed direction. She drew a circle — the same one from outside. Liora froze. “Where did you see that?” The girl blinked. “I don’t know. It just came into my head.” Jonathan laughed. “Looks cool! Like magic!” Liora’s voice was sharp. “Don’t touch it.”

"If you forget how to draw, I'll show you a video and draw after watching it." Vivien appears in front of Ada Wood with a CD. Ignoring her distraction, she started playing the contents of the CD directly. The sealed memory in Ada Wood's mind was unsealed at the moment Vivien pressed the play button. The hand holding the brush was shaking. At the corner of the eye, there are two lines of glittering and translucent things falling down, dripping on the drawing canvas.

Others had scriptures tattooed across their shaved heads, old prayers written in languages that looked as if they might cut the tongue that spoke them. And behind them, filling every shadowed arch and rising tier, stood the creatures of Hell itself. Demons with skin like polished obsidian, like ash, like deep blue stone, like molten copper. Creatures with antlers instead of horns, with tails coiling around their ankles, with eyes glowing green, white, violet, red. Some were beautiful enough to look carved from temptation itself. Others were monstrous in ways that made beauty seem like a childish concern. Scales, feathers, fangs, claws, smoke-veiled faces, living shadows and halo-like rings o

The pleasure is a tidal wave, and I am drowning in it! Suddenly, he reaches out with one large, heavily tattooed hand and he slides his rough fingers between my thighs, finding my swollen, sensitive clit and rubbing it with a wicked friction while he continues to fuck me from behind. "You like that, don't you..." he pants,and his fingers on my clit increase their pace. "I want you to cum on my cock, Little Doll..."

But they all grabbed a marker pen and started drawing anywhere they could reach. They all seemed to know what they were drawing. When they finished drawing their individual pictures, they went to a larger blank wall. Where Max drew a big circle, Eden then drew a slightly smaller circle inside of it. Before Jaxon drew some lines connecting the circles. It made it look a little like a clock. But Eden added some wavy lines at the bottom of it. When they finished, they went to a sofa, curled up with Evie and cried. I looked at their pictures. Max had drawn a man’s shaver but with small lightening bolts coming off it, Jaxon had drawn a bucket and Eden had drawn a knife.

Kinks: possession, doll fetish, rough sex Lila lay in her bed, the soft glow of her nightlight casting shadows across the room filled with her collection of dolls. At eighteen, she still clung to these childish comforts, especially on nights when her mind wandered to the forbidden stories she read in secret—tales of dark magic and hidden desires that made her cheeks flush. Her bedroom was a sanctuary of pastel walls and stuffed animals, but tonight, an unease prickled her skin. She shifted under the thin sheet, her soft pale body clad only in a loose tank top and panties, the summer heat making sleep elusive. Her wide eyes stared at the ceiling, curious thoughts swirling about the porcelain