Toy Chica Novels & Stories

I quickly pull my hand away as my body starts reacting to him in ways I might not be able to control, and he lets out a breath as he rolls to his side. A small smile tugs at my lips as I stare at him. “What's going on in that beautiful mind, Piccolo(little one)?” I take off my shoes and lie beside him. I stare at his flawlessly angelic face, and my fingers trail down his jawline. How did I fall so hard for you? How did you plant yourself in my heart? It’s scary sometimes… but there’s some type of fear that is pretty… The type that makes people love horror movies…

“Show me your appointment, because I’m not getting in trouble because of you.” Thelma chuckled softly and shook her head. “So it’s true? The spoiled Koch heiress is working here as an assistant. The world is healing.” Celeste clenched her fists, forcing herself to stay calm. She couldn’t afford to get fired by Cedric. She needed this job. “What’s wrong with being an assistant?” she shot back. “It’s a decent job, Thelma.” “Coming from you?” Thelma’s voice dripped with sarcasm.

she irked her brow smiling flirtatiously now. Kane forced himself to look away, "you are looking for someone you can call a booty call later?" "Hey! Come on man, I don't call girls booty call, I mean I don't have someone special. I prefer to call it, a trip to the heaven" she winked.

These are the people that will always be there for me. “Cheer up swiry.” She is in a mask but I recognize the voice. It’s Stacy. She is with some other girl, whose hair is black, like the midnight. She picks a glass of champagne and gives one to the girl. “Go ahead Celine. Will catch up with you.” “She isn’t…” the girl hesitates. “Nope. She is so straight.” “Cool. Will be waiting for you in your room.” “Awesome.” The girl walks away, leaving the two of us.”

He's really sweet and considerate but also cocky and overwhelming at times. We go to a room on the second floor right across from the Alphas quarters. Josette says that she'll take my gifts for Zavier down to the gift tent and that she'll be back soon. I walk into the room and Toya's there. She totally looks like a young version of Toni Braxton. I go give her a hug, "Good Morning, Toya! How are you?" I ask grinning, she hugs me tight as always, squishing me into her belly. I know that she's due soon. "I'm good, Abie. Ahem," she clears her throat looking me up and down smirking. What's up with her? "And how are you, did you get that 'sleep' Tank was talking about?" Gasp, I hold my face which

I picked it up and began to flip through it, but my mind was far from the glossy pages. Smith’s mockery a few day s ago popped up in my head, “Do you think you can bed a tomboy?” As a tomboy, I expected nothing less, but I trusted my charms. I am Travis Scott, the most handsome billionaire in the state. Last night, I even put in some effort to look provocative before going to her. I flung my masculinity before her. I was almost bare. My shirt was unbuttoned and I had just a pair of briefs on.

Go through the darkest of days Heavens a heartbreak away √√ Loud music from a Dj standing on a stage blared through the disco lit popular 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐬&𝐇𝐨𝐞𝐬 club. Two girls, one of which was clad in a mini black v-neck flare gown and a pair of black booty heels accentuating her slender figure. Her gothic makeup rounded up her looks. They arrived in front of the two hefty bouncers in black suit standing on guard. Tola dipped her hands into a silver clutch purse, bringing out a pass card. Both bouncers nodded in approval, giving them a pass. Yara proceeded to step in when one of the them held out his hands to prevent her.

She got back up and started licking her body, leaving hickeys all over her. Ray was breathing heavily and kept looking at Ava, even though she had reached her limit already, she was hungry for more. Ava noticed it too and pecked on her lips before she got up again and looked at the toys that were lying beside them. They were mostly vibrators or dildos. She picked up a strap-on dildo and wrapped it around her waist. It was huge and Ray started at it with hungry eyes. "Fill me in..." She said and laid back again. Ava smirked for this girl didn't know what she was stepping into.

Always female and never not annoying. "God, he's so handsome," one mumbles. "Sexy," the other one corrects her. "Bet Poppy's fucking him." I frown. God, I fucking wish she were fucking me. To my dismay, the two of them ride with me down to the ground level, and when the doors open, I push through them to get out first, but then I turn around and slam my arm against the elevator doors to keep them from closing. I look at them both very carefully.

A girl was standing right in front of Xyla Quest. Her long black hair was styled into two low braids. There was a tiny daisy hairpin above her right ear, matching well with her Korean bangs. She was wearing a snow-white nightgown with a pair of silver ballet flats. Joy was written all over her mixed-race face. Her pair of black watery eyes were sparkling with delight. She was Daisy Cox. She was the girl Xyla met at Kingstell International Exhibition Hall a few days ago.