Toy Chica Novels & Stories

"Just be you! Maybe he will be interested in people who have a positive energy like you?" "Definitely no!" "Why not? A man with a few words like him perfectly for a girl like you!" Dove believed a man who is cool as a cucumber would go crazy for a naughty girl. Clara has this mysterious charm that makes any man fall in love. She's humorous and shines like a star. The difference between them is a key to making them into each other. "May I try to be a shy girl?" Clara said. Clara wanted to act like an innocent girl. She wanted to swear pink and have thick glasses. Maybe she chose a "nerdy" look. She is girl shy outside, and a good bed is the best.

It might have resulted into a huge misunderstanding. I felt a surge of anger and annoyance, but before I could process my emotions, a group of richly dressed girls caught my attention. They were surrounding a girl who looked like a porcelain doll, with a sweet and innocent face. The girls were talking and laughing, but their words sent a chill down my spine. I strained my ears to listen to their conversation. They seemed to be engrossed in whatever they were discussing and my curiosity was piqued. "...and then she'll marry Alpha Dylan and become the Luna," one of the girls said, her voice dripping with excitement. "Can you imagine? She'll be the queen of the Silver Universe pack!" She fanned

Lucy’s POV The music at the club kept throbbing deep in my chest, connecting with the burn of tequila sliding down my throat for what was definitely my fourth shot. The club lights blurred everything into a hazy glow, and my girls were in full swing around our sticky high-top, laughing loud enough to drown out the music. Maya raised her glass with that wild grin of hers, her curls spilling everywhere. “To shitty exes...may they choke on their regret and stay the hell out of our DMs.”

Ever since we were kids, everyone liked Jerry more than me. He was handsome and had a sunny disposition, while I hid in the shadows due to the scar on my face. From that day on, I never mentioned the fire again, nor did I try to clarify the truth. I became Simone's secret partner in bed. Since she couldn't get Jerry, she vented all of her lust and desire on me. But every single time, she would press her palm or a pillow over my face. She was only willing to look at my eyes. She said they were very similar to Jerry's.