Jason The Toymaker Novels & Stories

Jason frowned, then turned to the man who seemed to be talking seriously to his employees. "Are there any buyers yet?" he asked. "You can ask him directly. I don't think he'll hesitate to give you information if you want to buy it. I'm sure you'll be able to build this business better than that guy." Jason got up and approached the man who had finished with some of his employees. He then motioned for the man to talk for a moment. Jason had originally intended to keep his identity as the son of the successful businessman who founded Kennel'z Industry hidden. However, it was impossible for the man not to recognize Jason.

Jason cussed as he stared at all the bath bombs. "I'm not doing this," Jason said and walked off. "I'll be back." He added and disappeared, leaving his father in the isle. Minutes later, Jason appeared with someone who works there. "Here's a list. From each item, give me one of every option if that makes sense." Jason handed him the list. "I'll give you one thousand dollars when you're done." Jason and his father went to the front of the store and waited for the worker to finish. About forty minutes later, he approached them with six bags full of things he bought for Maya.

Crystal stood near the window, trying to pretend she wasn’t listening, but her fingers were shaking as she folded the same corner of the curtain over and over. And Jason kept talking, so innocently, and so trusting. It made something vicious rise in me. He opened his gifts one by one, and each time he gasped like the world had handed him magic. A teddy bear bigger than him? He shrieked. The superhero lunchbox? He hugged me. The remote-controlled car? He said, “I’ve never had anything like this before!” And God… the glint in his eyes... I wanted to shut down an entire mall and tell him to pick everything.

I often wondered if she secretly hoped for Jason and me to get married someday, but I never dared to ask her. Since Jason joined the company, he had been doing wonders. His fresh ideas had attracted some serious clients, bringing life into Pixel Forge Studios. Over the past few weeks, our company had become a source of joy for children and youth, especially in the gaming world. Jason’s creativity was unmatched, and his innovative ideas were exactly what the company needed to stand out. I couldn’t have been prouder of him. His contributions were not just making waves in the industry but also solidifying his place in my heart.

It wasn't a direct assault, but he knew he was not welcome in their family. "No. Sorry. We used to have the same toy." He looked away from his brother, and his father was also looking at him. A corner of Jason's lips lifted before sadly turning to his father. "Dad, thank you for keeping my things then. But I'm not a kid anymore to be interested in such stuff. Just give it to Felix, and he seems to like these collections." Felix was shocked. Jason looked at him like he was a crying baby.

“I won't let anyone hurt you” “What do you mean?” “Never leave my sight cause I'll kill everyone just to make sure you're okay”. I smiled a little, his eyes were red but he wasn't crying. With quick strides, he stood before me, his hand lifting my chin. “I've missed my milkweed so much. I'm sure she knows what I want.” “What do you want,” I asked teasingly. “I want to fuck my toy till she's a wrecked Barbie doll”, he muttered in my ears.

“He offered me the Iron Man.” "Excellent. So it's your brother's toy, not yours. The most you can do is ask him to lend it to you so you can play with it,” Jason said, handing Daniel the toy. “And if he doesn’t want it, we’ll buy you one like it, darling,” I added, petting the boy. “No, I want this one! Give it to me,” he demanded, wanting to take the toy from his brother's hands. The mess and the screams began again.

My stomach twisted with nausea. “What is this place?" I asked, forcing a smile. “It’s the Play Room. I made it just for you,” Jason said as he closed and locked the door. “Was our bedroom not secure enough?” I questioned. “I wanted a place where we could be alone without anyone interrupting us,” Jason explained. He walked over to the table and picked up the first item: a leather whip. He held it up for me to see. "I want you screaming my name all night.”

Although Poppy was confused about this handcart, she still went to the back of the yard. And sure enough, Poppy saw a handcart there; she didn’t know when Jason had gotten it. Without wasting any time, Poppy pushed the cart forward. Poppy thought they were going to use this cart to carry all the items for the kiosk. “Jason! I’ve brought the cart!” Poppy shouted quite loudly. “Great!” Jason looked excited. Together with Lily, Jason began loading their belongings into the cart. Since they had to carry the stove, Jason had no choice but to build the cart to help him.

Jason: “It’s not just a lot. It’s a canvas. I bought it.” Leah blinked, stunned. Leah: “You bought… this?” Jason (nodding): “I want to build something here. A youth foundation. A place for kids to come and learn. Coding, engineering, art — anything that lets them build instead of destroy. A place where they don’t have to choose the streets or the gangs. A place where they can create a future that isn’t dictated by someone else’s power.” Leah’s breath caught. Leah: “Jason… why here?”