The Big Toe Story Novels & Stories

I only have four toes. Me: Fine... I will make an exception for you. Caroline: But you hated for toes! Me: Not when it comes to your toes. I have this fetish called "Caroline's toes," and I can't stop thinking about your fourth toe. Caroline: Oh my god! You disgust me! Stop! I'm CRYING in this hospital bed, you freak! Me: It wasn't that funny. Caroline: Fine... I might only be laughing because there is no entertainment at the hospital, but still!

The guy roared grabbing his shirt and shaking him violently. “Eddie.! Eddie.!! Eddie.!!! The people around the table began to cheer and the attention of the other patriots were also attracted. Paul was the only one still ignorant of what was happening as he was glued to his phone with air pod in his ears. “Isn't this Eddie Murphy, the number one crime boss of the city.? “Who's the young man that annoyed him.? He's certainly not walking out of here with his life today” “I heard that yesterday, someone offended him at a party and he had the person's left hand chopped off”

He could hear the faint hum of the crowd, the shuffle of papers, the sound of the host introducing him. “And now, we’d like to welcome Ryan Calloway, a second year student who has shown remarkable courage in sharing his truth through storytelling.” He walked onto the stage. Not shaking this time. Not afraid. He looked out at the sea of faces. He found Daniel near the back row. Marcus beside him. And he began: “For a long time, I didn’t think I had a story worth telling. I thought I was overreacting. Too emotional. Too dramatic. But when someone makes you smaller than you were meant to be, it takes time to remember your full shape again.”

She hated how much it revealed, how much pain was packed into that one syllable. “Because it’s the biggest property deal of the decade,” he said, his voice a low purr as he began to walk again, this time down the side of the table, methodically closing the distance between them. “And for a launch of this magnitude, I needed the best. There was only one name on my list. Yours.” The compliment felt like an insult, a testament to the success she had built specifically to escape him, now being used as the very tool to drag her back. Her stomach twisted.

"We just did it a fortnight ago!" He grinned devilishly. "Fortnight is history. Today is its own chapter. Carpe diem." And then, I was under Jethro on the bed. He was so much stronger than me that I couldn’t wiggle my way out. He was, however, extra gentle on my abdomen area. I knew that this man wasn't going to rest until he had me tonight. I sighed helplessly. I used to think he was stoic and celibate, but wow! Celibate my ass!

"He keeps talking in his sleep." "Did he overexert himself during yesterday's birthday party?" William asked, looking straight into her eyes. "No." Elena slowly shook her head, a trace of frustration flickering across her face. "The doctor said he's mildly dehydrated from crying too much since last night. Leo keeps insisting that he wants the traditional wooden ship toy he saw yesterday, only in a much larger size. He refuses to accept any other toy." The moment William heard that, he immediately straightened in his seat.

The hospital discharged me after making sure the baby and I were okay. They only said to rest and stop stressing, and they also gave me some vitamins to take. Jane had held me and “helped” me walk like I was disabled. “I didn’t lose my leg, Jane,” I said, trying to shoo her away, but she wouldn’t listen. “You have to be careful. Your health is top priority,” she responded back. I sighed. I knew I could never win so I just let her do what she wanted for her peace of mind.

I mentally shaped each nail, touched each freckle, traced the length of each digit. Sweat beaded on my forehead as I concentrated. Panting, exhausted, I was about to give up. To lay here and let death take me. My big toe curled. Fuck yeah. I wasn't some pansy-assed sissy. I was Kiema Freaking Feuer. Suck it, douchewads. Wiggling my big toe around in circles, side to side, up and down, anything to keep the motion going. Soon my other toes joined in on the fun.

I stood there in wonder for a good minute. The snow reached my ankles, and it was cold. Freezing. I looked down at my feet and realized I forgot to wear my shoes. I can feel my feet turning purple from the cold. “I apologize for this,” he said before pulling me off the ground and carried me back to the room where I was staying at. It's only now that I noticed how dark the room was. Only a sliver of light from the small gaps and cracks of the made-up wall could illuminate the room. I watched him while he tried to warm up a cloth. Once he felt it was ok, he turned to me but froze when he realized I was watching him. He cleared his throat before walking towards me. He placed the warm cloth on m

I blurted, quickly adding, “I had no interest in the building.” Mr. Brian chuckled. “Indeed, a ruthless businessman like his father.” He turned to Mr. Isaac. “If you’re looking for a business partner, you should consider Mr. Wesley here. He took over his father’s company at a young age and turned it into a trillion-dollar enterprise.” After the stunt Binky pulled with him, his presence made my skin crawl with irritation. He didn’t deserve to make her laugh or see her doe-eyed look that used to be for me. It was also odd to hear a man I barely knew praise me.