Toy Box Killer Toys Novels & Stories

Everything around me screams death; grim following my every step like a vengeful killer. I haven't offended anybody all my life. Or, at least, not enough for them to want me dead. Everything I ever did wrong to anybody was for a reason. Like in Kindergarten, for example, I laughed at my best friend for wearing flops to class because the cool kids, who were just starting to like me, thought it was funny. That was the last time I had ever heard from Quinn again; she didn't seem to understand that I genuinely didn't find her family's poverty situation funny and it was just an act in front of those cool kids.

“Because we’re only going for two nights.” “I need T-Rex for protection.” “T-Rex can’t protect anyone. His arms are short and he’s extinct.” Issa rolled her eyes. “He’s still strong.” “You also think the toaster has feelings.” “That’s different.” “How about one toy each?” Karl rested his elbow on his knee, clearly enjoying the show like someone who had paid for front-row seats. “Not enough,” Issa said. “Criminal,” Max said.

“We’ll start slow.” The comments scrolled faster. “Grind on her.” “Slip your hand under.” “Use toys!!” Maya squeezed her eyes shut. “They want toys already?” “They’re eager.” Zoe grinned. “Lucky for them—I came prepared.” She leaned off the bed, reaching into the top drawer of her nightstand. Maya groaned when she saw the little stash Zoe had hidden away: a slim purple vibrator, a glass dildo, a sleek remote-controlled bullet. Zoe laid them out on the bedspread like precious jewels, right in front of the camera.

"You're not going to kill her. Because the second you do, my men kill you. And you're too much of a coward to die for revenge." "You're calling my bluff?" "I'm calling your character. You're a businessman playing at being a gangster. Your father was the real killer. You're just a spoiled rich boy with daddy issues." Another step. "So either pull the trigger or let her go. But stop wasting my time." For a second, Dante's grip loosened. Just a fraction. I drove my elbow back into his ribs, hard. He grunted, stumbled. The gun went off, the bullet slamming into the wall beside my head.

“You’re having fun too.” “I’m tolerating it.” “Liar.” Because he might have been right. We passed a series of game stalls, each one louder than the last. People shouting, bells ringing, prizes hanging everywhere. Ryker slowed down, eyes scanning everything. Then he stopped. “This one,” he said. I followed his gaze. A dart game. Balloons lined up in rows, prizes hanging above them—cheap stuffed animals in every shape and color. And then I saw it. A penguin.

"You're just a lowly human, so what does it matter that you're Draco's fated mate? "Lea, you're just a toy he hasn't gotten sick of, while I'm the future Luna." I wanted to argue, but my throat felt painfully dry. "I'm not." "Then what are you?" She let out a cold laugh and stepped closer. "Oh, right. You're just an unwanted bastard. If the former Alpha hadn't taken pity on you and picked you up, you'd have long been dead." Bastard… Losing my parents was my deepest wound, a subject no one ever dared bring up to my face.

Naughty Boys Toys. "Oh my God." This definitely wasn't in my card for a drunk decision. "Don't." "No, seriously." I laughed, but he rolled his eyes before opening the box. Inside were unopened bottles of lube, leather cuffs and several toys that still looked brand new. "You planning to open a store?" I asked, half mused but his expression immediately changed. "An ex?" I asked quietly, realizing what his face meant. He huffed out a laugh. "Something like that."

“How does your ass feel?” “Full, Daddy,” I answered honestly, cheeks heating. “It’s bigger than yesterday.” He smiled with satisfaction and sat on the edge of the bed. “Good. That’s the point. Today we’re going to push you a little further.” He opened the box and took out a new toy a sleek, black silicone dildo that was noticeably thicker and longer than anything I’d taken before. Beside it was a bottle of lube and a small remote. “On your hands and knees,” he ordered.

she said thoughtfully. "Why?" "To buy toys for you" "Are you mad ?" "Nope ..... Tell me which toys u used to like ?" "What r u trying to do ?" "See from childhood I used to like barbies, unicorns, aeroplanes, helicopter and I have plenty of them in my room ..... So tell me which is ur fav?" Immediately he grabbed her arm and pulled her to the next door of car, he opened the door and took his fav toy from dashboard. Closing the door and caging her between that door and himself he spoke,

Bring nothing but yourself. The basement lights were already dimmed when she arrived. Victor and Damien were waiting, but the energy in the room felt different tonight — charged, almost restless. Victor held up a sleek black box. “New additions,” he said simply, opening it to reveal toys she hadn’t seen before. A thick glass dildo with a curved tip, a heavy steel plug that looked intimidatingly large, vibrating nipple clamps connected by a delicate chain, and a remote-controlled wand that looked powerful enough to ruin her.