Broken Toy Book Novels & Stories

"We have a playbook." "I know," Terry said, a faint, tired trace of his usual smirk returning to his lips, though it didn't reach his eyes. He reached out, his massive hand hovering in the space between them for a fraction of a second before he gently let his knuckles brush against the fabric of her trousers, just above her knee. The heat of the contact bled through the linen instantly. "But we're playing the Vipers tonight in their own barn, Eve. And when the puck drops, the playbook usually goes straight out the window."

"That's boring." On that point, we were in complete agreement. "Very." He seemed satisfied with this and went back to the window, his small backpack wedged between his feet — packed with exactly the things he'd insisted on: three toy cars, a picture book, and a stuffed rabbit that had lost one ear in a washing machine incident two years ago and never fully recovered.

*"You broke my toys." Eden pales. "Is that... *you*?" The venom snarls. *"A reflection. A *joke*."* The girl tilts her head, her doll's mouth unhinging to reveal the Weaver's needle. *"Come play. Mother's waiting."* --- **The Nursery of Horrors**

Maybe not to win Emily back, but to learn how to become someone who is worthy of loving… and being loved. ** That night, I stood in front of Noah’s bookshelf. A small shelf in the corner of his room filled with fairy tale books and toys he once adored. There was a red robot there, one of its arms broken. I picked it up, staring at it for a long time. That robot was a gift from Sienna. Noah never forgot.

"A child's hands aren't that dirty." Then he gave me a strange look. I smiled and smoothed my skirt. "You're right. Children are never as dirty as adults."

It had to be the boys if it was coming from her house. When she got to the hallway, she saw her two boys, Neal and Noel, standing there, glaring at each other and both looking guilty as sin. There was no body injuries or blood or whatever, so they were safe. Her eyes traveled to the floor a torn book lay in shredded pieces. Avery remembered getting the book at the mall because the boys said they loved the story and wanted to read it. She blinked. Why was it on the floor, torn in pieces. She looked at them, but they evaded her eyes, and back to the floor. Her annoyance flared when she noticed that Noel was looking angrily at Neal.

as I turned back to the boy I saw the shock on his face just before he fainted. .... Ravy watched the boy slide down the wall. One of his entourage quickly ran to the boy, picked him up and took him outside. He didn't dare touch him, even though he had never once considered sex with another male, he still felt the same as he did before finding out his mate wasn't a woman. The logic, reality, and his wounded pride may have said one thing, but his wolf and every fibre of his body still acknowledged the boy as his mate.

she warned him seriously. "This book is not a toy, you can really hurt people or get hurt yourself by playing with it, but if you want it so bad, then take it," she cried as she slung the dusty old book across the cave at him, hoping to make it overshoot him and fly out of the cave entrance, and into the waterfall.

Eva was a bit surprised when I used the term ‘we’. “Yes, Eva…. I said ‘we’. I want to protect my baby but I can’t neglect others either. But, for now, please eat your breakfast. I will search for the book.” I reassure her as I trotted up the stairs. I didn’t want to give her a chance to refuse. I found the book on the broken table. Turning the pages carefully, I realized that it was a very ancient book. Even the pages seemed to be made of some other material. Eventually, I reached the page that was torn. It wasn’t a neat tear. It looked as if someone had torn it hastily or maybe accidentally.

Tonya made a moan of disgust and walked towards the small kitchen to get her chores done for the brief moment Thaddeus was out of the house. Thaddeus slept round the clock. It was a dip of fresh air for Tonya, this was the only moment she got herself to read. She always imagined living in a fancy house with a massive archive of books in her library. If she had the power, her house would be just a huge library. She smiled at herself as the thought crossed her mind once again. It was always difficult, with everyone around, the constant greetings and chatting and so on, the noise from down the street, cars honking and the occasional noises of people fighting or shouting about one thing or the o