Abandoned Toy Novels & Stories

Zavier cried out as he was forced to stop one of his prized possessions from hitting the ground. "I would burn them for fun if I didn't think you'd cry ." Aries mocked as he leaned back to relax on the funny looking human chair. Zavier looked like he was ready to kick everyone out. He was what humans called a hoarder. Even if his room was clutter free, that didn't mean he couldn't conjure up anything imaginable. He once pulled out a dozen snowglobes when I needed a gift. "Well I say while we wait for Mazaya to possibly never come around, we go to the magical realm because it's getting bad and they are rebelling and trying to over throw you." Todd said as he used a book to cover up his face.

I didn't really hold it against her, this was what I got for abandoning the woman I loved when she needed me most. With a faltering mind, I managed to carry the children inside and dropped them down on the couch before reeling in the box of toys I had gotten for them. I was still new to this game, so I had no idea on the particular toys kids these days like. So instead of making a mistake, I went ahead to buy one of every toy I could lay my eyes on. It was a bit extreme, but seeing the smiles on their faces as they unboxed each one made it absolutely worth it. "You have a nice home, papa." Adriella commented and I smiled.

They soon heard other kinds of sounds along with the gunfire, and it was music, so they decided to go to the living room to find out what it was. That’s when they saw that the sounds came from my electronic toys that made noise. Included were toy guns, cars, and even a music box. They switched off the toys one by one because the neighbors might complain about them. After that, they went to sleep. The next day, they took a look at the toys and found out that none of them had batteries. It was then that they decided to move houses again. I was four years old then. We moved houses, thinking that our lives would become more peaceful. Apparently not…

Bones and Angel patrolled the outside of both, the constant litany of clear echoing over the comms from everyone’s voices. The warehouses were cavernous empty spaces, whatever storage shelves and meat hook lines they used to have inside their walls long since removed. The environmentals no longer worked and the only thing out of the ordinary they found was a tiny rag doll gathering dust in a far corner. Knight crouched down and picked up the toy, gently brushing away the dirt to reveal gleaming black button eyes. Some little girl, long since gone from this place, was probably missing it this very moment—if she was still alive. Knight had to choke back the rage that suffused him at that thoug

Arren smiled when she saw a pile of toys still buried in the stone pots. She suddenly remembered the toys that used to be her favorites: dolls, dinosaurs, and various collections of books. "My toys..." she whispered, squatting down to pick up a piece of a plastic doll that had merged with the pile of soil and stones. Fourteen years ago, Arren played with that doll. She remembered it vividly because the beauty was her favorite, but it suddenly disappeared. Apparently, it had been buried under the soil and stones, unbeknownst to Arren.

Then, he tossed the pieces as well as the watch into a nearby crevice. The members of the mountaineering club could no longer stomach Gerard's behavior. One of them quickly stopped him before asking, "Gerard, what the hell are you doing? If you don't like the gifts, I can return them to Elliana! What are we supposed to tell her now that you've tossed her gifts away?" Gerard merely responded with a sneer, "What are you supposed to tell her, you say? Well, I want her to tell me what she's thinking right now!

I can’t believe that Abby can be so stubborn just because she did not remember me as her husband. After that, she carefully placed Charlotte in the stroller seat, and Charlotte made a light giggling sound. Then after, I took a new toy for Charlotte But Abby stopped me and said, "No, she can't play with that; that toy is very small, and it can choke her." So I didn't let her play with it. I put the small ball in the garbage bin, and her eyes widened. Then I started pushing the stroller along the street as I was next to her.

I let the toy jiggle in front of him then took it away, he got on all four and jumped on the ball every time it would move attacking it like prey. Toby didn't get bored of the toy, no matter how long we played with the toy he just loved it and kept jumping and attacking the toy over and over again. Sadly I had to go get our dinner started, so that means I had to leave Toby alone for a bit, I decided to carry him down to the living room, a playpen was added, my baby can be one naughty kitten when he wants. I set him in the playpen along with the yarn balls, turned the TV on for him, he looked at me with big wide eyes feeling like I'm just abandoning him.

They'd promised. When the girl visits him, she always brought gifts; it was stocked on his bed in the same room with the other kids. He felt lonely when she's not around, but with this fluffy and big Stegosaurus dinosaur stuff toy, those longing ease a bit. However, his extravagant gifts make the other kids jealous.

Takuto Kimura, now three years old, found himself ensconced in the plush, pastel-colored world of kindergarten—a far cry from the high-rise boardrooms and corporate strategies he was accustomed to. The nap room, with its rows of tiny cots and the faint scent of baby powder, was a particular enigma. Today, however, it presented an opportunity he couldn't resist: the legendary Tyrannosaurus rex blanket. This blanket was the ultimate symbol of prestige and power within the kindergarten world. Its soft fabric, warm embrace, and most importantly, its majestic embroidered T-Rex logo had made it the most sought-after commodity. And Takuto, having been given a second chance at life—this time as a to