Balthazar Bratt Toy Novels & Stories

Do that, pick a plush for yourself, a gift from me. I smile and he looks at me half without believing, but still shrugs and looks at the plush options he has. As predicted he chose the least childish plush, which is from Toy Story’s Buzz Lightyear. He’s so cute... I just love animations, especially Barbie., always see every week.

But after a second Vincent continued his words. "I bet Balthazar would be beating him up right now." The remark was followed by his low grunt that sounded satisfied. I tried to muffle my reluctant groans. "I hope Balthazar doesn't touch it." Before Vincent could reply to my words, the door across from us opened again and Balthazar stepped out with a faint smile on his teenage face. He casually shoved his hands into his trouser pockets. Balthazar looks like a naughty boy who just pulled a prank.

"Since I became Alpha, many of you have grown bold in your dissent. If that's the case, we'll settle this with a challenge that follows the pack law. I will not lead a pack with wolves who disobey." "You ungrateful, backstabbing hypocrite! I'll challenge you!" Nanette's brother roared. The words had barely left his tongue before he shifted into his wolf form and swung his massive claws at Draco. Draco sidestepped and shifted just as quickly. In an instant, he clamped one claw around his opponent's throat and slammed him into the ground with bone-shattering force. Nanette's brother hit the floor hard with a dull thud. He coughed up a mouthful of blood before passing out on the spot.

Baltar was right below the surface and Damien noticed. “Well, hello there.” Damien greeted. “And who are you?” He asked. Baltar bowed in respect. “Your majesty. I am Baltar. I am young Rebel’s wolf, my brother, Ezra is Ryder’s wolf and our sister, Tundra, is River’s wolf.” Baltar introduced. “It’s very nice to meet you.” Reign smiled. “Baltar, exactly how old are you and your siblings?” Damien asked. “We are quiet older than our little humans.” He chuckled. “I am also old enough to know that your daughter is my mate.”

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.

Besides maybe if they were split, I could convince my mom to be on my side the day I decided to come out. My mind inadvertently went to the new addition to my collection. My boy toy. He had such a full hair of dark hair, lush too. My hands sank into the lush strands when I grabbed it and he was so responsible to it too. Fuck. I loved grabbing him too, his body was toned, muscular in a way that made me want to lick him. And his eyes. He was always looking at me too, with those sparkly hazel eyes. Beautiful boy. My beautiful boy toy.

Theo's eyes darted from one display to the next, his imagination sparked by the array of toys, clothes, and treats that lined the aisles. "Mama Hazel, can we go see the toy store?" Theo tugged at her hand, his eyes shining with excitement at the prospect of new treasures to discover. "Of course, Theo! Let's go and find some toys to play with," Mama Hazel replied, her heart warmed by the joy in Theo's eyes. In the toy store, Theo's laughter filled the air as he explored the shelves filled with colorful playthings. He picked up a toy car, a stuffed animal, and a set of building blocks, each item sparking his imagination and filling his heart with delight.

Third Person’s POV “Yes! I am really a genius! I WON!” Brett halted upon realizing that he just did something so childish. Since when he got so fond in stuff toy? The stuff toy isn’t the reason why he’s happy. Countless efforts were done just to win the game and he was surprised that he, the Alpha of the Holmes pack, enjoyed things such as this. Brett instantaneously put a serious face as if to regain his composure. What’s more, he threw the giraffe stuff toy to Maxine.