Broken Toy Book Novels & Stories

“I’m sorry this happened. I’m sorry you had to see it. Please, give me another chance. I don't want to ruin your first day of training. Today is supposed to be special for you. Please allow me to fix this.” I didn’t respond. My gaze drifted around the library, taking in the destruction. The room was in ruins. Books were scattered everywhere, shelves toppled and broken. My eyes caught on a large, old book lying on the floor. Something about it drew me in, a strange sense of familiarity pulling at me.

Albert shouted causing both Chase and Valerie to flinch at his tone. He looked down at Valerie and started mumbling to himself, “You must get punished for not giving me what I wanted”. Chase heard him. His eyes widened when Albert started trailing his hand starting from her face to down making Valerie cry out in fear and disgust. He was hovering on top of her and was about to cover the distance between their faces when he heard Chase growling to his side. He shifted his gaze back to the little kid and was taken aback when he saw Chase picking up the big piece of broken glass in his hand and storm towards him.

It was 8:30am. "I have to go check on Noel.." I mumbled. I got up from bed and brushed my teeth and headed out of my room. I stopped in my tracks when I noticed Hazel sleeping peacefully on the couch in the living room with a book in her hand. "Did she fall asleep while reading?" I smiled and walked towards her. On my way, I ended up bumping into the marble vase on the table beside her and it shattered on the floor with a loud clank. Surprised by the loud noise, Hazel woke up and stared at me, and then at the floor where the broken pieces laid.

I teased her. She hit my arm playfully.”I saw lakes, silly, but I thought we just sit in there and have a dry picnic.” “Are you disappointed?” I knew she wasn’t. She bumped her arm to me. “Can we get there already? No ‘gator in there, is there?” She held my arm hurriedly to follow her. “No ‘gators. I promise.” She laughed. Her sweet voice echoed around the place. The deck was renovated. There were still traces of wood debris.

~~~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~~ Coming soon: Beautiful and Healed Synopsis: (Sequel of Broken and Pregnant) After being locked in jail for five years, Lucy Mason was finally free. Her life inside the prison wasn't easy. Thanks to her new inmate friend Cassandra. She was the one who helps her battle depression and despair. They got out of prison together and it's game time for those who hurt and betrayed her when she was Lucy Mason. She's back with a new name Greta Stone, the wife of a rich businessman Gale Stone who happened to be Kent's stepbrother.

I yelled. With that, the car sped off in the distance. I started walking down the dark dirt road not knowing where I was. I plugged in my earphones and tried to block out my fear. Mrs. Potato head by Melanie Martinez Started to play. 'If you weren't born with it you can Buy a couple ornaments. Just be sure to read The warning kids, cause pretty soon you'll be Bored of it.' I sang along as tears started to form in my eyes. Yeah I told him to let me out but he didn't actually have to do it. And the worst part is. He didn't even care if I were to be gone.

My hands trembled as I peeled back the tape. Within the box were three parenting guides, a remote-controlled car, a toy pistol, and several boxes of prenatal vitamins. I knew each item well, particularly the books, frayed at the corners from repeated reading. One of the car's wheels was missing. I pulled out the wheel I had found in the gap between the mattress and the bed frame and compared it to the others. It matched perfectly. The child that had lived in the depths of my mind had been entirely imagined. A sudden knock on the door startled me. I wiped my face, composed myself, and opened it.

He couldn’t leave until the delivery came, anyway. When he needed a break, he contacted the other businesses. The Bookshop, Page Turners, needed some help to repair the children’s reading nook. One of the Bean twins attempted to dismantle the “READ” art installation. She claimed she wanted to follow the fairy down the hole. She needed to make sure that Felix; the Cat, didn’t hurt the fairy when he chased her.

"What else did you bring?" "Tom, don't be rude," Bella said, moving into the room but keeping her distance from me. "You can't just grab through someone's things." "It's fine," I said quickly. "Everything here is for him. Tom, would you like to see what else there is?" For the next few minutes, I watched Tom discover each toy with the kind of enthusiasm only a three-year-old can muster. The dinosaur puzzle made him gasp, the penguin figurines made him squeal, and the arctic animals book had him sitting down immediately to flip through pages.

The room was a cozy paradise. A small plush bed sat in the center, topped with a giant teddy bear. Two fairy tale books lay on a nearby desk. The floor had a fluffy pink rug, a tiny wooden rocking horse, and half-built toy blocks scattered around. Miniature castles, dolls, and delicate tea sets filled the space. Every detail hit Debra's nerves like a hammer. Something buzzed in her memory, just out of reach. Her head throbbed as the room spun around her. She forced herself forward, step by shaky step.