Doll (18+)

A DARK ROMANCE NOVEL

THE DOLL

I was made to be admired.
Dressed in silk, placed where he wants, touched when he decides.
A lifeless beauty for his amusement. A perfect fantasy in his curated world.

But Dolls aren't supposed to think. They're not supposed to feel.
And yet, my pulse flutters when he enters the room.
My skin heats under the weight of his gaze.
My body aches for the hands that refuse to claim me.

I shouldn't want this. I shouldn't want him.

But the scariest part?

I do.

THE MAKER

I sit.
I watch.
I take my time.

Dolls do not speak unless spoken to.
They do not move unless commanded.
They exist to be admired, cherished-controlled.

But this one tests me.

She holds my gaze, just long enough to test me.

She follows the rules-until she thinks I'm not watching.

She obeys, but it's not submission-it's a challenge. A dare. A plea.

She is temptation in its cruelest form.

And I am not a man who denies himself what's his.

THE GHOST

I see what they don't.
I listen when no one else does.
I wait. I wait. I wait.

Disclaimer: Written in Tagalog-English