DOLLHOUSE

DOLLHOUSE

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Frankie is an ordinary girl with an extraordinary sister. Melody is a genius, and loves the past. One day, Melody finds a doll in her favorite antique shop, and gets it immediately. The same thing that draws Melody towards it warns Frankie to stay away. However, who listens to an ordinary girl like Frankie who suddenly thinks Melody's doll is going to destroy their precious life? Frankie knows what she feels is true, and when inexplicably terrifying things begin to tear their life apart, Frankie may be their only hope... Unless the dolls have another idea... OKAY, BRIEF MESSAGE FROM THE AUTHOR: Dear readers, this story will gradually get creepier each chapter. If you aren't a fan of dolls, scary stories, twist endings, things coming to life, creepy stuff happening, or when people die in stories, this isn't the best pick for you. If you can handle the twilight zone, then you'll be fine. :)
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[BUNDLE] BOOK 1: There's a reason buried things should always stay buried. For better or for worse. To have and to hold a demon for eternity. She says demons haunt the night, inflecting everything in their path. But where I come from demons don't just lurk around the shadows. They breed in your head. Feasting on your soul until you cease to exist. And, mine just woke up infested in wicked lies. Till death do us apart, little soul. BOOK 2: Girls like them are expected to dance to the tune of evil. To smile with the taste of souls in their veins and vengeance in their hearts. To feed the ghosts and the monsters within them. Discarded by the world and hidden in a maze of twisted creatures, I'm barely holding into my sanity, trapped between the past and the present. Between good and evil. Until one day I no longer recognize myself or them. He says he can see beyond the evil that I am. But it's not him that my madness prevails for or HIM. Because I'm starting to hear their tune, dancing to destruction and chaos. BOOK 3: There's a reason buried things should always stay buried. Like my mistakes. Your past. Now the grave is open and corpses are crawling out. Corpses inflicted with lies and betrayals. Corpses that you pull the strings of, corpses that even Hell is afraid to take. You see, little soul, you think that makes you the monster in our story. But you forgot me. You forgot my promise. Our story might have ended with till death do us apart. But even death has a shadow to lose.

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