Novelas y relatos de Toy Stories

Harry looks over my shoulder at him, "They get eaten by night goblins." Toby is at the tender age of four, and he believes in anything and everything. His eyes turn as round as saucers, lower lips trembling, "Night goblins?" Harry nods seriously, "Nasty little creatures. They like to chew your toes like candy. But they only think little boys who lie taste like candy." I elbow my younger brother, muttering, "Stop giving him nightmares." Toby immediately buries his face in my shoulder, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I ate the candy! I don't want the night goblins to eat my toes!"

I still didn’t know nor understand his motives, but I placed my hand in his. “Deal then,” I whispered, my hand still trembling in his. Jesse’s grip was steady and warm. His expression remained unreadable, his eyes pinning me in place. “The contract will be ready for you to sign tomorrow morning.” My chest tightened. A marriage contract. An heir. Three years. It all sounded so surreal, like some twisted fairytale. “So…” I began cautiously. “Where do I stay for the night?” He arched an eyebrow like the question actually amused him.

Besides maybe if they were split, I could convince my mom to be on my side the day I decided to come out. My mind inadvertently went to the new addition to my collection. My boy toy. He had such a full hair of dark hair, lush too. My hands sank into the lush strands when I grabbed it and he was so responsible to it too. Fuck. I loved grabbing him too, his body was toned, muscular in a way that made me want to lick him. And his eyes. He was always looking at me too, with those sparkly hazel eyes. Beautiful boy. My beautiful boy toy.

The girl reached for a doll in a pink dress and curved piece of plastic and the scene clicked to Everest. "Toy Story!" The girl twisted around, eyes wide with fear. Her eyes went wider on seeing her and she rushed up from the ground, dropping the little shepherdess. She shuffled further away, eyes darting behind Everest before going back to her and eyeing her from head to toe. "Who are you?" she asked in that innocent baby voice of hers. The alarm in her large grey-green eyes remained. Everest put on her best smile, anything to not startle the kid. The girl couldn't be older than five. Six, tops. She had a mop of thick dark hair that was pulled down into two braided ponytails. Seriously, was

she joked, pretending to hide it as DJ looked at it with wide eyes. I handed the bag to DJ with the last thing that I’d bought in there. He took the bag curiously and looked inside before literally screaming with excitement, making both me and Ashley jump. “TOY STORY 5!” he shouted, jumping up and down with excitement as he pulled the DVD out of the bag, waving it in the air in celebration. Ashley frowned. “You bought him a DVD?” she asked, looking a little unsure. I nodded. “I thought you were fed up with the other two, you said you couldn’t watch them again without going mad. Plus, he told me that he hadn't seen it,” I answered, shrugging.

Each row had twenty workers who were packing the stuffed toys neatly in boxes. "He's in the basement. That's his office!" Luke responded. "What's on the second and third floor?" I asked as I lifted my head. "Ah! They are also rooms for bigger stuffed toys. The second floor is for big wild animals and the third floor is for cartoon movies stuff like Toy Story or The Incredibles!" Luke smiled. "This factory is boss' baby. He loves dolls!" he winked. "What? Martin loves dolls?!" I couldn't believe it. He, a mafia leader loves delicate stuff!

"Welcome to toy story." It greeted with a deep roar. Definitely normal. I moved on, I heard a creak behind me and when I turned around only its head was turned all the way through. I'd give them a ten for creepy. Of all the ideas for building a blacksite. A toy theme. So very original. I kept moving until we reached the end with another door. The others had gone in, so I followed. It was still filled with pictures of "advanced toys" There were rooms in all corners, I looked at some and they were filled with tanks, others computers, most of them were just rooms.

He smiled and handed them to him. Adom wanted to smile like a damn idiot, Seb movie choices were so cute. He has a thing for Disney as it seems, what else can this boy do to get Adom deeper in a hole? He steeped aside and let Seb go set his blanket down on the sofa and out his drinks in the fridge. "Toy story, Cars, Finding Nemo, and Sniw white. I see you're a Disney fan. Sweet." He smiled and Seb had a bit of a blush on his cheeks.

I was craving to cuss at him but Hope was staring at me. “We will talk about it later,” I looked away from them, picking up a toy, “isn’t it Woody from the toy story?” I asked, pretending to be more intrigued by the toy than my mate and my daughter looking at my face. “Yes! It is. That is one of my favorite cartoon movies,” thankfully, Hope being a child was much more innocent than the evil Silas. “That is great, mine too,” I stated, sharing the enthusiasm with her. “And your mother will talk to you about the wedding tomorrow morning,” Silas being an as*hole he was, gently rubbed her arms and then passed me a very annoyed look.

Next to him sat his friend, Archie, who was busily trying to build a giant wall out of plastic buckets. Toby held a small red toy truck, rolling it over the edge of the sandbox. “Vroom, vroom," Toby made low engine noises with his mouth, pushing the truck up a pile of dirt. "Look, Archie! My monster truck is climbing the big mountain!" Archie didn't look up, smashing a plastic bucket down onto the sand. "My castle is bigger. It’s for the dinosaurs." "Trucks can smash dinosaurs," Toby declared proudly, making his truck jump through the air and land right next to Archie’s feet.