Build A Bear Booktok Novels & Stories

The head of a bear peeks out. I bend down to push it back, but realize what it is—the bear Zara bought for my baby, from the day my life fell apart. I pull it out and look at it. Without thinking, I take it to my bedroom and place it on the bed. I don’t know why, but it feels right. I grab my clothes off the floor, and Krystel’s card slips out. I pick it up, glance at it, then back at the bear—my heart races.

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How could my wolf sustain that level of comfort if my boots walked away from Cedric's empire? Bianca notices the financial panic flashing through my eyes and speaks with absolute earnestness. "Mom, the moment my unit reinfiltrates the entertainment sector, my station will secure endless propaganda contracts and commercial endorsements. My private vault will hold more than enough credits to fully bankroll your lifestyle if your system requires support."

Such a little smarty-pants. I start telling her the tale of "Goldie Locks and Three Bears." Of course, she questioned every aspect of the story from how the bears could build and own a house in the woods. To how are they can cook. I barely get to the part where Goldie Locks is discovered sleeping by the bears when Brixtius returns with items I requested.

Never before had I heard of a wolf that could communicate with their pack outside of wolf form, but somehow Rose was capable of it. "You conniving little minx," I growled back. She laughed beside me as we walked down the strip to the next stop. Apparently Lissa and Christian were wanting to build a bear together, whatever that meant. We entered a store that was bright yellow and seemed more suited for young children, not young adults. There were a few people milling about, but not many. Children were with their parents pointing at things enthusiastically. "Liss, do you mind if I look at outfits for your bear while you work on creating him?"

He shot toward Javier with unstoppable force and a burst of momentum not unlike the very first eruption of a volcano. The daughter looked over her shoulder at her parents with a smirk on her lips. “Mom, Dad, meet Boulder Bear. I spent a fortune to hire this big man for my protection. He costs, like, a few million dollars! But he more than makes up for it with his sheer might and skills. Like, he once fought a godd*mn brown bear in the forest with his own fists, completely topless, and won! Beating up this pipsqueak? Piece of cak—”

Evan and Becky stood at the arbour’s entrance. The light emanating from the portal grew brighter as something moved through the portal itself and materialized there. When the light dimmed, the arbour they now overcrowded it with a black bear standing there on four paws with a knapsack clutched between his teeth. “Gemma, remove the mirror quickly. There’s no room in here for anything else to come through.”

Next week I will have another scan to check the baby’s growth. I wished with all my heart that everything would be fine. After a few minutes, I was leisurely walking down the streets, enjoying the warm sunlight and soft breeze. It felt refreshing. After walking for a while, I had no idea why I ended up slowing down in front of a bookstore. My gaze lingered on the display window for a moment, stopping at one specific book. “Little Bear Loves His Mama the Most.” The title of the book, with its light blue hardcover and beautiful illustrations, made me stare at it for a long time.

Missouri summers don’t forgive heavy fabric, and I refuse to let the boys wilt in it. Wolf is with Koda and my dad at Build-A-Bear right now. I can picture it perfectly—Koda’s little hands stuffing his bear with hearts, Wolf crouched beside him, grinning, while Papa pretends he’s just supervising but ends up helping pick out outfits for the bear. That’s them: chaos wrapped in tenderness. Meanwhile, Jace is off with Matteo and Salvatore at the bookstore, probably arguing over which section is cooler—history or fantasy.

Andy’s dad, Dave, is a nice guy, but I ain’t never seen him in bear form. Bronx tells me he’s a docile Kodiak bear named Maskwa. Clash says a docile bear is impossible. I’m not sure what to believe. In the military, they trained me to disable threats. If Maskwa decides he’s going to become a threat to Andy or anyone else in my pack, I’m gonna disable him.