dollhouse bricks

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.

“Relics stir, Bhairava awakens, and a soul not of this age must choose: pawn, heir… or stand against the gods themselves.” The Mandala is breaking...famine spreads, rulers conspire, and whispers tell of thirteen relics that once chained the gods themselves. At the heart of these whispers is Bhairava, the destructor, whose jackals howl at the edges of night, heralding ruin. Guided by her ruthless certainty and haunted by instincts he cannot explain, Amogh is thrust into a world where every allegiance is a transaction and every kindness has a price. To secure his place, he must learn to see the world as she does—a chessboard of blood and legacy—before he becomes merely another pawn sacrificed in her game. ---- Allow me the honor of introducing you to the myths,the legends and the sagas of a nation which has stood tall for thousands of years.

When mages came into being, when the first swordswinger built the first abode, when the abodes of humanity stood in line with the heaven of the divine beings of various races, when mages kept making worlds into bricks and built the wall for humanity, when gods built personal heaven for worlds under them, when void rulers stood above all, humanity rose to a new height. Humanity had their own gods as many humans rose from mages and became gods and many gods either became god kings walking along the theocratic path or became void rulers forging their Leela by using their own rules. but sometimes, bricks of the wall get lost and such bricks fall down into the void sea made by the void rulers in the void to protect the independent worlds where humanity could reside. When bricks fell apart, when worlds in bricks had humans who were descendants of humanity, when they still practiced the same power system, the worlds will sometimes give help to beings to help them awaken their origin power as even the weakest world will develop their core rule which only a void ruler could control over time. These records are about such lost bricks, how the world among the bricks which were supposed to be protected by the mages who are protected by the gods who were protected by the god kings or void rulers fell down to the void sea. This record is more important as the 30% of the void rulers rose from the lost bricks and independent world and most of the powerful people from such worlds are stronger and have the will of the lord and the will of the king as they were not suppressed by someone above them even though those above them protected them. Although only one among thousands of such lost worlds will have a successful person who rise above such worlds and have a possibility of rising from a warrior to a mage, possessing talent enough to become a god, only one among thousand successful people are from freely free worlds that has nothing to do with the first abode or any abode made by human void rulers having a pure practice systems that are unique to that worlds. So these records shall be named 'Lost Bricks' shall be mainly about worlds in lost bricks and the lords among all lost worlds as ever since the rise of the first primitive king, lords always remained respected whether the lords are simply skilled lords, lords raised by people, warrior lords, intent lords, mage lords, or gods or void rulers. Hence concludes the prologue of records of lost brick.

Life was hard for Roger as he lived alone with his grandmother. He wakes up one day, finding with a new power as his awakened origin gave him the power to strengthen his intent. He who understood his power, decided to conquer the world and walked on this path.

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.

Dominic was a man who had fought for his nation while many nobles lived what they called a civilized life. He had fought against other races for them but he was not given ample rewards as they expected him, the heir to a dukedom, to just do it. The people called him a tyrant and a villain, while worshipping the gods and their messengers who spoke of universal peace who enjoyed peace due to his actions. he lived by it as his pride did not allow him to reason with them. But the day when the Royal family broke their oath, the day when nobles did not speak for him, the day when his parents did not support him, the day when the people spoke against him, he simply left. Having found a new power strong enough to destroy the nation, he does not want them to have simple death but the highest form of revenge he could think off. He shall work to fulfil his true goals of life before resting, before enjoying the life.

"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.

He Qihong wanted to be the front desk of a leading advertising agency in the Mainland, but because she could not hide her dazzling talents and abilities, she was repeatedly faced with promotion and salary increases, and she almost became a busy rich woman. In order not to affect her to move bricks on the construction site, she not only had to refuse the 996 work system, but also had to beware of the boss’s reuse and pretended to be crazy. Finally, she had to get involved in the company’s internal fighting and kept getting rich despite the extreme reluctance..

Although Dola was not foreign to the hustle and bustle of Nigerians, she still found it hard to fit into their some lifestyles. Driven by hatred, betrayal, fear, distrust, anger, mistakes,survival instinct... She unknowingly became a strong willful woman who was immune to all sorts of emotions including love. Being in the highest peak of her career, she later discovered that those her all lessons that she should learn from.She found love,her most amazing experience. * * * "Okay fine! I want you" She said with emotions glimmering through her eyes. This man had...forced her to admit to her own desires...this devil.He bent down to her neck and she arched her back in the hope that he'll kiss her there... "Dola Beg me" He whispered. Is this her wage for torturing him? "Damn" She cursed and he laughed "ahhh".