Tfp Wheeljack Toy Novels & Stories

Taylor “For tiny babies, they quickly wear out his arms,” Jackson shares, ten minutes later. “Bring them here. I will hold them to take my mind off my itchiness,” I offer. He relinquishes one to me. “You need a free hand to itch with,” he claims.

that had the rogues choking and falling dead in no time. “Ah ! The famous Kai and Jax Stone who make every man’s dream toys,” I exclaimed, unable to stop myself when I remembered the Kensai Group of luxury rides that they owned. Every hot wheel designed by them, was every millionaire or wolf’s wet dream to own ! “Oh yeah ! Someone knows his wheels,” the two of them grinned before they banged two wolves’ heads together as they swung them by their tails, making me laugh. Ofcourse, I knew ! I was the pack nerd and crazy about them since a long time.

that had the rogues choking and falling dead in no time. “Ah ! The famous Kai and Jax Stone who make every man’s dream toys,” I exclaimed, unable to stop myself when I remembered the Kensai Group of luxury rides that they owned. Every hot wheel designed by them, was every millionaire or wolf’s wet dream to own ! “Oh yeah ! Someone knows his wheels,” the two of them grinned before they banged two wolves’ heads together as they swung them by their tails, making me laugh. Ofcourse, I knew ! I was the pack nerd and crazy about them since a long time.

“Sure.” We took a seat in the living room while waiting for Jaykee to come out. He was indeed bringing out with him a huge toy robot. “Who’s this, Jaykee?” Ara asked, stroking the robot’s head. “Bumble Bee.” “Oh, how cute!” I exclaimed, but honestly, I knew nothing about toy robots. “Yeah. One of the Transformer models,” Ara replied.

"Good, you're up. You were out for longer than I thought you would be. To be fair though I did give you a second dose after you, you know, bit me." Jamie turned, gaze landing on Andy, his arm wrapped but there was still blood on his lab coat in a ring of teeth. "You're lucky that's ALL I did," she hissed, standing up and tugging on the chain. A thick metal collar with a lock was around her neck. She was strong but there was no way she was gonna be able to pry the thing open. "That's not gonna work. It's made with tungsten steel. It's funny, when did you start to suspect me?" he asked curiously, taking a seat in the swivel chair at one of the desks, messing with a pen.

A round object sat on the floor like a stunned animal. I bent, grabbed it, and froze, it was a wig, I lifted it slowly. My heart sank into silence. Because the person staring back at me… didn’t have short dark hair anymore. Long, silky white strands cascaded down his shoulders, natural, shining, ethereal. His features shifted instantly, softer, sharper… breathtaking, not boyish, but feminine now. Standing before me now, was someone who looks like the White Wolf, the legendary Wolf, The one in my Mom's painting...

My voice was shaking—I wasn’t sure if they noticed. “You should step a little closer if you’re going to make empty threats.” That voice. I recognized it from the auction. He walked in, and I finally saw the man who paid fifty million dollars to own me. “You can all leave us.” “But boss—” One of them protested, until a gun was pointed at his head. “Oh shit—” I gasped. The scissors slipped from my hand. My back hit the wall. I had nowhere to run. A gun. A fucking gun. That was a fucking gun and it was pointed to someone’s head?

A low, terrifying growl rumbled from his throat. "I won't let you leave! No matter what happens, I won't let you go!" Draco had rested his wolf head in my lap countless times, and I had loved his warmth. But now, I felt nothing but raw terror looking at his enormous wolf head drawing near. I finally understood that Draco's gentleness existed only because I was his pet and a delicate plaything that needed careful handling. The moment I slipped out of his control, he would easily tear me apart or force me back onto the toy shelf with strength no human could resist.

I answered, and giggled at the glare he shot Rowen. “Well how the hell do I get her out from there? I need to work more on teaching her to play fetch.” Jax stated, looking under the couch. “Here. Try this.” Rowen chuckled as he handed the want toy to Jax. “What the hell is this?” Jax asked looking at the thing. “A new wand toy. I picked it up for her.” Rowen admitted sheepishly, causing all of us girls to melt.

“That’s Tobey.” As if summoned by his own name, Tobey came running toward them, pushing a toy truck overflowing with grass, sand, leaves, and several unidentifiable treasures collected with great importance. The wheels refused to turn. He stopped in front of Alicia, brows knitted in deep confusion. “Mommy… It’s broken.” She crouched beside him. “Maybe it’s just tired.” Then she looked up. “Tobey, this is Teddy. An old friend of mine.”