Broken Toy Book Novels & Stories

That same day, the night, my boys were roaming around playing with the toys we sent to Godden. “Vroom—vroom!” “Darling, don’t crash it!” “I’m not crashing it, Dilion, you’re the one in my way!” The living room barely looked like a living room anymore. Bright colors everywhere. Plastic wheels. Tiny cars. Building blocks scattered across the rug like landmines. Stuffed animals slumped against the couch. It felt like childhood had exploded inside my home and decided to stay.

Benny runs to the door, but then hovers, watching rather than leaving. "This...." says the man, holding up the ragged book. "This is a waste of time." And taking it in both hands, he slowly tears the book in two. Pages fall from the binding, fluttering to the floor to lie in a scatter of words, green-skinned djinns and robed sorcerers which he kicks through, so they flutter beyond her reach. He stands over her, looking down. "Your turn's coming. It won't be long now before they send you to senior school...."

“Sorry.” “You should be thankful I’m not like other guys. You’re pretty. Be more careful next time,” Red said. He stood to leave even though he had just arrived, seemingly uncomfortable in her presence. As he turned, his dictionary fell to the ground. Katleya’s eyes widened in shock as she covered her mouth. She couldn’t believe what she saw. Inside the dictionary was a white book that looked very familiar—a published erotic novel by TitaAmor07, part of the Big Bird Series.

“It was a childhood favorite of mine. She loves it too.” “Of course she does.” Jim carefully tucked the books back where he’d found them. He scanned the few movie titles Zoe had, a bit surprised by her eclectic taste before moving on to the wall-mounted organizer. Flipping through her sketchbook of drawings, he brushed his fingers over the pencils, markers and colored pencils that were clearly among her most prized possessions before landing on a small, tattered stuffed animal. Lifting it from the tangled covers, Jim ran his hand over its fluffy faux fur, straightened a floppy ear. He smiled. “This thing is cute as hell.” He held it out so Teri could see. “Who’s this?”

“Don't you wanna go out and ride your bike?” He turned his big, blue adorable eyes to me. “But it's spoilt.” Shit. I frowned in disappointment. “Oh.” “But Mommy said she's gonna get me a new one soon. She told me not to ride that old one because I might get injured.” “Alright then,” I glanced around. “Got any toy trucks around?” He shook his head. “No. But I've got books. I've got Diary of a Wimpy Kid. Wanna read to me?”

"Like when August concentrates too hard on his blocks." Carter touched his own face like he'd forgotten it was there. "Sorry. I'm just really interested in what you're saying." "You don't have to be interested that much. It's just about the dinosaur toys." James had moved on from introductions directly to a full inventory of every toy in the living room. He was holding up a plastic triceratops that had seen better days. "This one is broken but we keep him anyway because August says everyone deserves a home even if they're broken."

Since Ma gave me that blood, them demons havent have been been trying to hurt me anymore, no, they talk to me sometimes and some of them bow to me. ............ DRAVENS POV ....... "what are we looking for exactly?" Cole yawns sitting down and crossing his arms, we have been searching for the special book Roman said it contained everything about mythical creatures that were said to be in existence long before everything begins " a big book with a black and red cover" Roman informs in a long ladder checking the books that were parked on the top of the ladder shelf "give up already,we've been searching for hours, there's no big book with a red and black cover here, it doesn't exist" james j

Along the walls of the alley are portraits of the family and two rows of torches that light the way. The pair walk along the carpet and approach the first door on the left side of the hallway. Leon opens the door and within the room's contents are a few things. First, there is a bed that is fit for a much younger boy than Leon. There is an old and small red oak bookcase that has a few books on them. One of the books is called The Secret of Mana and another book is called Firestorm. Both educational books about magic and its properties, though Firestorm is one old-world book that is catered to the fire mages. Troy races into his room and slides in his bed. The small boy stretches under his co

"I really thought you knew something. And this is about my kids, you know what I mean?" I looked around the place and felt overwhelmed. Another abandoned warehouse in the middle of fucking nowhere. This one seemed to have manufactured toys once upon a time. There were boxes on the floor labeled, "dolls" in the corner, and a miniature fire truck lay on its side in the sawdust by my feet.

She was overwhelmed that had made it impossible to speak. Though, her thoughts got conveyed by her broken words. And Theodore had heard them too. He had broken his promise. He had promised never to hit her. And he had hit her. He had hit her. His Hazel... He had hit his own Hazel.. Theodore closed his eyes in excruciating writh. It took him sometime to compose himself. And this time when he opened his eyes, all the emotions from his eyes were gone. His face hard, disposing all signs of remorse away.