Huggy Wuggy Stuff Novels & Stories

Seeing the audience's incomprehension of his jokes, Wiggy rubbed his face in disappointment. "I mean, Santa hired my Elf a few weeks before Christmas Eve, to help him take care of all the Christmas needs," explained the young man at last. Phillip and Lillian nodded in understanding, although Phillip's heart still doubted the truth, he even doubted whether Santa clauses existed. "And every year the old man rewards an object that I don't even need," Wiggy continued as he opened the old ebony door, inside which was a pile of children's toys, such as dolls, copper horse carriages, a replica of a pirate ship inside bottles, and various other kinds.

But Hugo was trapped, the creature now advanced towards him. Wendy was locked in an old stale smelling store room. Her captor was none other than Gaxgs himself. With just one look at Gaxgs the first time in the adjoining room and Wendy had screamed. Gaxgs face had yellow eyes and no nose, the back of his head was covered with very long squid or octopus like tentacles: They were similar to very long dreadlocks that fell down behind his shoulders, almost nearly touching the floor. But the only difference was, those dreadlocks like tentacles can move!

“The lady is sad and wants help.” The disturbances started gently but built quickly. Cabinets opened during dinner. Toys moved across rooms. Harper woke several nights claiming the lady was crying in the walls. Rachel grew protective while her husband Alex tried practical fixes, replacing lights and tightening doors. Their intimacy became a rare escape, quick and needed in the master bedroom when the children slept. Alex moved with quiet urgency, Rachel matching him as if the connection could push back the fear surrounding them.

Right now, those orbs are big and shiny with an equal proportion of glee and greed. “Really? You’ll get me three new ones? From Gucci?” “I swear on…” I look around, my gaze latching on the ugliest stuffed toy I’ve ever seen. My nose wrinkles in surprise. I have honestly never set eyes on a stuffed animal this ugly; “Is that… a mangled Winnie the Pooh?” “Yeah.” “Fine. I swear on his life.” “He’s not alive, girl.” Zeya feels the need to point out. I shrug. “I swear on him regardless.”

Hugo: Oh well I couldn't sleep not when I didn't know the where about of my princess👸👸 Me: Thanks for caring Hugo but I'm fine now. I'm going to bed and you should too. Hugo: Why wouldd I, haven't you heard tonight is usually the best night of the week you could try out all sorts of crazy stuff you know, hang out, sleep over, party! 😏🌚Uwana🌚 sleepy head don't sleep yet. Me:😝 too late😴😴😴😴

Not helpful. The urge to add every baby item to my buggy has me white knuckling the buggy’s push bar. Every toy, bottle, rattle, stuffed animal, outfit; all of it calls to me, begging me to take it home with me. It’s when we get to the section with the blankets that I can’t stop myself. The textured fuzzy blue one is the first to go in the buggy, then the smooth and soft green one with yellow stars on it. I find a pink one that has shiny pieces woven through it and throw it in as well.

"Grandma and Grandpa has something to do today. We can't just disturb them, baby, because they might not finish their thing." Hugo stretched his lips upside down that shows sadness. He even pouted his lip a little bit. So I kiss his nose and rub his arms. "But... Mommy... I didn't see them ever since." Oh, and that was like, what, five years ago. And Hugo was just a newborn baby and he didn't know a single thing about the world or how the olders around him looks like. I stretch a smile on my lips and showed him the flyer I had received yesterday. It was given to me from a random customer while I was in-charge for the counter.

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He pinched his index finger and thumb together, waiting for Suzy to say something. "Awn! I love the gifts and it is the intention that matters," she ruffled his hair and pumped her fists excitedly. "Ugh! You guys are so weird." I hissed. "Enough about nipple and vagina clamper talks that I can't seem to wrap my head around, can we get back to what dirty things the wolves have gotten involved with ever since their Alpha died." Hilda rolled her eyes at us. "Yes please, I can't keep up with the latest sex toy trends your motherfucking generation has evolved into." Tiana snapped her fingers thrice.

I explain and wiggle my eyebrows suggestively. Since Ragh stops laughing suddenly and looks at me like I’m batshit crazy, just to emphasize the fact that I am, in fact, batshit crazy, I thrust my hips forward a couple of times, humping the empty air and groan, “hell yeah, spoons are the shit, demon boy. Don’t you just want to grab them and,” I hump the air a few more times, “fuck the living shit out of that stainless steel?”