Broken Toy Book Novels & Stories

Jax Dawn broke over the ruins, revealing what the darkness had mercifully hidden. Standing in the wreckage of the communal den, I felt ash coat my clothes and skin. My den. My responsibility. Gone. Charred cribs lay scattered among the debris. Melted toys—unrecognizable lumps of plastic that had once been loved—dotted the blackened ground. Children's drawings, pinned to walls that no longer existed, had turned to ash that drifted through the air with each breath of wind.

She had previously made plans to move to another villa. When they got to a new place, the kids were very happy. After a while, they headed upstairs with their modest bags, leaving Fred Jenner to give Mona a box. He looked a little serious and said he was sorry to her with a guilty look on his face. "These toys are definitely broken. It's my fault...” There were seven or eight toys in it, such Barbies, robots, and plush dolls. They all looked fine. Mona even played with each one of them separately, but she didn't detect anything strange.

I can't stop thinking about everything, from the cave to Gabriel being my mate and then to saving the people. It is starting to become so depressing especially since I don't even have a clue where to find the moonstone. I have finished my mom's book and I haven't found anything useful again apart from the handwritten poem at the back. With everything worth sacrificing, I chose my own flesh. Out of the weak comes the strong And out of the strong comes the mighty. The purest of all. White as snow, pure as the blood in her veins. The war is coming. At the strike of the snow on the ground.

"You came back! Did you bring the silver castle story?" "I did," I laughed, lifting her up into my arms and burying my face in her soft hair. Toby ran over too, holding a new book tightly against his chest. "Look, Rosemary! I found a book about the ocean! Are the waves really as big as the trees?" "Even bigger, Toby," I smiled, sitting down on the large colorful rug and pulling both children close to my sides.

"You're a meanie, Mommy! You're as mean as that man!" Rachel's gaze instantly turned sharp. "What are you talking about? Which man?" Tears and snot painted the little boy's face as he glared in displeasure at his mother. "That bad man Daddy pushed the other day! Daddy told me that he wanted to take you away from me, that you didn't want me anymore since you already had him. That's why I snuck into his room while he was sleeping and cut open his bandages! He bled so much, so why didn't he die?"

A bookshelf lined on the wall with a few paintings hung crookedly. My eyes dropped to a hallway with two doors. One was slightly open. I pushed it wider, revealing a study. Large oak desk. Floor to ceiling bookshelves… I walked further inside, my eyes drifting across the desk. “What the hell?” I gasped. Sitting on the corner of the desk was the ugliest toy I had ever seen. It looked like someone had attempted to combine a rabbit and a demon and the result was horrifying. One eye was really bigger than the other… It's smile was not even something to talk about.

Hello Lovelies. From here the part two of this book SHATTERED YET STRONG will begin. It is the story of Gabriel and Louis. It will have the characters of book 1, BROKEN BUT BEAUTIFUL continues but they won't be focused much till the middle of the book. Also, this book mentions the triggers of rape, assault and heartbreak. I would suggest if it isn't your cup of tea, you may leave it here. Tabby Chapter 1. Letting the Pain out...

Anna turned toward me slowly, her lips curling in that familiar venomous smirk. “Oh, Bella.” Her voice dripped with false pity. “You must be joking. Why on earth would I steal a piece from someone like you?” She gave a light laugh, as though the accusation was amusing. “Everyone knows just how talentless and ugly you are.” The laughter that followed was loud and cruel. My hands curled into fists. “You know the truth and the truth is that it’s mine,” I said, voice trembling. “Security!” someone shouted loudly. I heard the footsteps coming from both sides of me, but I didn’t care.

Sena was adamant that books enjoyed adventures. No resolution had been reached on the argument. I followed her as she halted at one of the younger kids. The little boy seemed to be upset. His wooden toy had broken. He was immediately beside him on his knees, Sena. She listened. Really listened. Then she retrieved the two broken parts. "I think we can fix it." "What if we can't?" Then it will be something else, we'll make it something else. The little boy wasn't sure. Sena smiled.

The one she swore she’d never open unless she had to. It wasn’t really a book anymore at all. It used to be, once — long ago, before water and smoke and teeth and panic had worked on it. Now it was a block. Thick and lopsided, bound in mismatched leather, edges burned and split. Half the pages were gone, charred to curls. The writing that remained had bled in places, ink like old blood, symbols Baylee didn’t recognize, stuttering between languages that shouldn’t have sat together.