melissa and doug dollhouse

The Dollhouse Widow is a gothic fantasy horror about captivity, performance, and the quiet defiance that grows in silence. In an alternate American South, the Barinov estate stands in slow decay—ruled by old money, older curses, and monstrous etiquette. The year is unclear, but the rules feel ancient. Here, the house watches, and obedience is not requested. It is expected. This is not a world where the supernatural hides. Here, they have learned from humanity—its power, its cruelty—and perfected both. At the heart of the story is a man who owns more than land, and a woman whose silence was never submission. But this is not just their story. Told through rotating perspectives, every chapter opens another door. Every voice has scars. Some characters seduce. Some serve. Some stay silent. And some wait for the right moment to strike. Roles are stitched into the skin: servant, master, shadow, muse. Many were born into them. Others were bought. All are expected to perform. The walls don’t forgive missteps, and the mirrors remember hesitation. Monsters here walk the halls in tailored suits. They kiss with knives behind their teeth. They teach their children how to smile while bleeding—and call it tradition. There are no chosen heroes. No noble quests. Only people trapped in a system, deciding whether to uphold it, betray it, or burn it all down. If you enjoy southern gothic atmosphere, ensemble casts, dangerous romance, and stories that blur the line between reality and curse, you’ll find something to sink your teeth into here. There is no rescue coming. Only the performance.

...."You can't just sack me like that" she screamed Even if Melissa didn't have a clue of how to do all that he asked for.......... Drew turned, straightened up in all his godlike glory looking at her. Melissa quickly moved back but held his gaze............ This act drove Drew crazy. If he had the strength to stand up before, it was already drained............ ....,....Her hand fumbled against his shirt to unbutton them. She wanted to touch him. Being that she was on skirt, he was running a race with his hand on her laps which made her moan hard. Her response to his touch was making him go gaga....... .......Drew shook his head. "I don't want it"........ ...... " But you want her?".............. .............He drew her closer that she was plastered to him and he deepened the kiss........... ..........She felt so hot that she wanted more.................

In the crumbling halls of Saint Lysandra’s Orphanage, Mikael discovers a door that wasn’t there yesterday, a narrow red door with no handle, only a keyhole shaped like a doll’s eye. No one else seems to notice it. No one except Elise, the quiet girl who never speaks unless it's to deliver warnings no one believes. When strange dreams begin to blur with reality and porcelain dolls whisper secrets in the dark, Mikael realizes the door isn’t just a door, it’s a passage to something much older, something that remembers him. Behind that door lies the Dollhouse: a twisted, ever-shifting world of forgotten memories, cursed children, and crimson dreams that feed on fear. If Mikael wants to survive, and uncover the truth about who he really is, he’ll need to open the door. But some doors were never meant to be opened.

"Mummy, where are you going?" 4 year old me asked softly as my mum held me tightly to her bosom "It's okay honey, your father and I are just going to meet some people who'll help us" she said to me as she gently stroked my muddy brown hair and picked up the single red-lock hidden in my hair. She was really particular about that strand of my hair coloured red and always told me that it meant I was special. "Will you be back?" I asked again and she smiled "Of course, we would never leave you for too long. We'll be back before you know it" . That day, I watched them leave through the door, but I never saw them come back. Then, I got recruited to work in the castle as a kitchen maid. That was when, my story, began.... DISCLAIMER: Design Cover does not belong to the author!!

"perfection be destroyed, if a majorette falls hard and nobody's there to catch her... does she still make a sound or she does continue dance like no one is watching?"

A dark Gothic tale of secrets and ghosts. A young woman who would have her stepfamily gone must marry a rake, while two sisters discover a dark secret about an old family legend.

One thing that Melissa was certain of was the fact that she was not the victim, no, she refused to be the victim, In fact, she believed that she was anything but the victim. While growing up, she knew that many believed that she had it all _she had whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted but only she knew that it was all false or maybe some parts were true. All she ever wanted was to live a simple lifestyle, her mother's love, family members caring for her, and good friends who love her unconditionally, but no, none of those ever came through, no matter what she did, she ever fitted in. She was either expected much from her or pushed aside when they thought that she had no value. With a delightful smile, she was always able to mask her hurt whereas deep within she was slowly breaking apart. And each time the world reminded her of her reality, she could not help but cry herself to bed, not because she was weak but because she felt overwhelmed. She believed that she would one day look back at these days of her life with a smile on her face however her life turned out to be, and even if that day never came she hoped that someday she would be just fine. *** "HOW UNFORTUNATE THAT THE SEED SHE PLANTED GREW THIS DEEP. " * "TELL ME, ISN'T IT A WASTE OF TIME AND EMOTION TO BELIEVE IN THAT?" She asked looking at the group of friends who were having a fun time. "NO, IT'S NOT, THERE'S THIS JOY THAT COME FROM HAVING THAT ONE PERSON AROUND AND SO, IT IS ALWAYS WORTH IT." He answered, noticing the direction her eyes were focused on. "I HAVE NEVER EXPERIENCED SUCH." She said with a sad expression as memories flooded in...

Betrayed by her family, fiance and best friend... Melissa Gu must rise from the dust and make everyone pay Christian Lee is the king of the business world in the country, known to everyone as a recluse.... fate brought he and Melissa together, and together they'll conquer their enemies.

Sheila's the only female lawyer at her firm. Every Friday night she's just one of the guys, hanging out at a local pub for drinks. Her coworkers' antics make her thankful she's a lesbian. Sexy waitress Melissa catches her eye, and their hook-up in the ladies' room is a welcome nightcap. With the help of the pub's chef, Melissa turns Sheila's conservative nature into sexual exhibitionism.

Crystal Bloom, an introverted nerd in her teens gets her world rocked to the core after an expected encounter with Ethan Grants. Accustomed to dealing solely with;her mother's unpredictable nature, her absentee father and her enslavement to her own pleasures, Ethan seems to be the only thing she wasn't prepared for. She keeps finding herself in the most traumatic predicaments that she has to shake off on her own and instead of him keeping her grounded, he is more of a ticking time bomb. Will it be too much for her? Or is she stronger than her vices?