Toy Oc Novels & Stories

he complained, squeezing his face in pain. Amy chuckled, he couldn't accept he was still just an eleven year old boy — learned from a lovesick brute. Dylan Xavier. “Run along, but don't touch any weapon,” Owen said and the young boy grinned evilly, making Owen want to regret bringing him along and pondering whether to let him run around like that. “Was that the surprise?” Amy asked and he shook his head like a puppy. “No. It was part of it, but not the main surprise.”

even with the reply, you could still fish out the happiness in her eyes, its like she is breathing happiness. “make sure you show up Char, I need you there, I nod you with me, now more than ever” I nod my head, even if my brain is telling me another thing entirely. After the packing session, I begin walking toward the other side of my mom’s room. “now you can rest dear. But do know that you have until, the tournament day to move. “but that’s only two months away!” I scream. “I know darling, but it is also the day our rent is expiring, coincidentally and I am so happy because it is working in my favor”

“That’s Tobey.” As if summoned by his own name, Tobey came running toward them, pushing a toy truck overflowing with grass, sand, leaves, and several unidentifiable treasures collected with great importance. The wheels refused to turn. He stopped in front of Alicia, brows knitted in deep confusion. “Mommy… It’s broken.” She crouched beside him. “Maybe it’s just tired.” Then she looked up. “Tobey, this is Teddy. An old friend of mine.”

"Congratulations, Harriet Underwood! You've won a horse plushie. Don't look a gift horse in the mouth!" Startled, I froze in place. A hint of impatience flickered across the emcee's face. She shoved the plushie into my arms and forced me offstage. The cheap plushie in my hands felt rough to the touch, and the price tag hanging on its back still read five dollars. I recalled what was written on the slip earlier and knew I hadn't misread it. I was about to go onstage to explain when thunderous applause broke out across the hall. "Congratulations, Katie Thorpe! You've won first prize this year—a three-day trip to Marosa!"

"Then you should know that no matter what I'll give 'em hell. Go, don't make me fight you now. I can still take you in a fight." "Bet. I'll–I'll see you again, right?" "Definitely. Now go." Sarah thankfully left just in time because once she was gone a small, limo like car pulled up and the driver stepped out. He was handsome. With mussed up brown curls, hazel eyes, and a sharp jaw. All that, paired with a nice smile and an air of power left no guessing to just who the alpha was. He greeted her parents then looked passed them to her.