Toy Chica Novels & Stories

Toyota said firmly, and all eyes turned to her, but she never blinked as she rested her palms on the table. "Some top trainees are joining the gang soon, before the next mission" she announced, and Jaemin smiled. That includes Tequila for sure, his major f**kmate. "Yenicall Ortega, a drug dealer who owns various cartels in the Underworld, she's our next piece of cake" Tiger said in Toyota's voice, and Sylvester covered his mouth to contain his laughter. Toyota glared at him, and he smiled again, obviously teasing her... he's enjoying her glares, it's turning him on.

Before I came with a smart replay, as to why I don't apply makeup, I heard the loud and unmistakable voice of Penelope, who when our gaze came upon her, looks like a kid who found a lollipop. “Cassi!” Penelope came running towards us and engulfed me in a huge hug, which I returned because I needed it. "You look so good,” she said, smiling widely and revealing her white straight teeth. She always says good things like that to everyone. Penelope is a nerd, that's what comes to mind whenever I see her. She loves books - Too much. She is short 5’2, with ginger curls, freckles, green eyes, glasses, and she tops it all off with clothes that old house wives would wear. I don't think they would eve

‘It’s the kind of toy I can handle. I don’t believe she says stuff like that without flinching or having hiccups like normal girls her age do. That’s what started the flame and war going inside of me right now. Just the way she let out those words from her mouth and the way she was unshaken by them. “How do you mean?” She parts her lips, and I regret giving her a quick glance. I just can’t be thinking of how perfect those lips would be on the toy she told me she could handle.

I should have been used to this feeling by now. The feeling of being second best. The one who always had to sacrifice. The one who was expected to step aside. But nothing could have prepared me for this! I stared at my phone, my fingers trembling as I re-read the text. The video Anna had sent was ingrained deeply into my mind. She was in a red lacy, seductive lingerie, sprawled across a hotel bed. And on top of her, was my boyfriend. He was inside her thrusting in and out while she moaned out in pleasure. I couldn’t even watch it until the end. I felt so damn disgusted that my sister could do this to me with my…

We dance together and scream the lyrics into the night. By the time the song ends, we’re all laughing too hard to sing anymore. The next song is back to club music and the boys come over to joining us. Cade is grinding behind me, and I look over to see Xander dancing on Charlie while Jason and Brett have Maddy sandwiched between them. “I’m gonna go get a refill quickly!” I say to Cade. I walk over to the keg and am intercepted by Mackenzie who is wearing the most outrageous neon pink bikini top with triangles that are at least 3 sizes too small for her boobs.

"I'm Giselle. It's nice to meet you, even though these heifers are too rude to properly introduce anyone." Her laughter rang out in the air, and I was temporarily stunned by the distinct sound of a hyena having taken up near the pool. "I'm Amy." The girl's voice was totally normal, but I hoped like hell that laugh had been created from nerves and wasn't here to stay. Otherwise, Roxie and I were going to have to talk. "Roxie's girlfriend."

"Follow me. I'll show you where you'll work." We entered the VIP section of the underground club, and my eyes widened at the scene. LED lights pulsed in a riot of colors, casting wild shadows on the tiles, while thumping music vibrated through the air. The stench of cocaine and cigarettes hit me like a wave, turning my stomach. As my vision adjusted, horror gripped me—it was an indoor orgy. Wealthy older men, some familiar from Ethan's business circles, were entangled with women in the same uniform, the women moving in a drugged haze. Oh, hell no. My pulse raced, and I froze, praying to blend into the shadows and avoid their attention.

You're a nerd when you’re good in math. You're a prep when you’re into fashion. You're a jock when you play sports. You're emo when you have too much eyeliner and wears a lot of black. You're a slacker when you pretty much don't do anything. You're a playboy when you like to switch from one girl to the other. You're popular when you’re cool.... .....but not as cool as Hailey May Collins will ever be.

She wasn't that pretty but her eyes were a beautiful brown doe eyes. “Fuck” I muttered throwing the cigar on the floor and stepping on it. She had seen something she wasn't meant to see and it was either I killed her or kept her. I smiled a little, she was the kind of a girl I liked. Not too pretty, living a quiet life and not broken. I liked those kind of girls because I loved breaking them. Toy? I thought. If she was going to be my toy that would be more fascinating. She was going to wake up soon and I had to be there to tell her she was my prisoner… my woman. I grinned.

“I’m sorry about your aunt. Look—” “Hey! Where are my manners. Want a drink, man? Quick fuck? This here is Tish.” The blonde was sitting on the edge of the sofa bed, slender legs crossed. She waved. “And this one’s Maria.” Tommy slapped the dark-haired girl’s bare ass and she raised up, smiling. She was large-breasted with cocoa skin, he saw, and plenty of curves to go around. “Have to pay upfront, is all.” Truitt drank. “Tish there can be your Michelle if you want but this one’s mine. Maria is my Kyoko, and she’s all mine. Right, babes?”