Kipo Toy Novels & Stories

Takuto Kimura, now three years old, found himself ensconced in the plush, pastel-colored world of kindergarten—a far cry from the high-rise boardrooms and corporate strategies he was accustomed to. The nap room, with its rows of tiny cots and the faint scent of baby powder, was a particular enigma. Today, however, it presented an opportunity he couldn't resist: the legendary Tyrannosaurus rex blanket. This blanket was the ultimate symbol of prestige and power within the kindergarten world. Its soft fabric, warm embrace, and most importantly, its majestic embroidered T-Rex logo had made it the most sought-after commodity. And Takuto, having been given a second chance at life—this time as a to

Ryu asked, confused, once he realized Kenji was standing in front of a toy store in a row of souvenir shops—a place that seemed unlikely to interest Kenji. "Do you think that one would be suitable?" Kenji asked, pointing to a plump, fluffy, white bunny plush. "Suitable for whom? A gift like that won’t make Akiko happy." Ryu frowned. The plush was cute, but clearly not something suitable for an adult woman. "It’s not for Kiko-chan," Kenji said, stepping closer to the display case and looking at the plush from a closer distance. "Do you think it’s suitable for both a boy and a girl? I don’t know the gender yet." Kenji asked again.

"Congratulations, Harriet Underwood! You've won a horse plushie. Don't look a gift horse in the mouth!" Startled, I froze in place. A hint of impatience flickered across the emcee's face. She shoved the plushie into my arms and forced me offstage. The cheap plushie in my hands felt rough to the touch, and the price tag hanging on its back still read five dollars. I recalled what was written on the slip earlier and knew I hadn't misread it. I was about to go onstage to explain when thunderous applause broke out across the hall. "Congratulations, Katie Thorpe! You've won first prize this year—a three-day trip to Marosa!"

he whistled as he suddenly stopped in his tracks and admired the ‘Black Beauty’. I could understand his amazement as it was rare for anyone to own Kensai’s toys as they catered only to a very limited clientele and not everyone could afford even the basic models. “Here ! Catch !!” I called out before throwing a helmet towards him which he cleanly caught between his palms. “Put it on and hop on,” I said as I put on my biker suit and helmet. “Sure !!” Kyler smirked before putting on his helmet and throwing his leg over the bike- ….

Oh. My fingers clutch my anime-themed neckpiece. “You know Kaio too?” I ask him, tapping the face of the neckpiece so Kaio the cloud dragon floats on the cloud. His eyes widen and he drops his iPad, drawing closer. I tap the neckpiece again and Kaio breaks into a dance. Kaio is too prim and proper for a dance like this, so I burst out laughing and the little boy chuckles softly too. That’s when Mr Hot Grumps snaps his head up.

"It was amazing, Mama! We talked about new toy designs, played games, and even had a tea party with the unicorns." Mama Hazel chuckled, playing along with Theo's imaginative tales. "Sounds like a productive trip, CEO Theo! Did you bring back any souvenirs from Toyland?" Theo's face lit up as he reached into his imaginary pocket and pulled out an invisible toy. "I brought back a special toy car for you, Mama! It's the fastest one in all of Toyland." Mama Hazel pretended to examine the invisible toy car with delight. "Thank you, Theo! It's the most amazing toy car I've ever seen. You're such a thoughtful CEO."

“That’s why I collared you with my tracker instead. Swapped the signal the first night in the playroom. They think you’re still broadcasting their frequency. Right now, they’re watching a ghost moving toward the warehouse.” Alex’s grip tightened on her thigh. “We’re going to use that.” Dean’s smile was cold. “Victor wants a trade: you for Lily. We give them neither. We take Lily back, we take Victor’s pride and we send David a message he won’t forget.” Jenna’s pulse thundered in her ears. “How?” Dean pulled a small black duffel from under his seat. Inside: two compact pistols, spare magazines, zip ties, a roll of duct tape and a slim metal case that opened to reveal four small remote-control