Toy Stories Novels & Stories

Theo's eyes darted from one display to the next, his imagination sparked by the array of toys, clothes, and treats that lined the aisles. "Mama Hazel, can we go see the toy store?" Theo tugged at her hand, his eyes shining with excitement at the prospect of new treasures to discover. "Of course, Theo! Let's go and find some toys to play with," Mama Hazel replied, her heart warmed by the joy in Theo's eyes. In the toy store, Theo's laughter filled the air as he explored the shelves filled with colorful playthings. He picked up a toy car, a stuffed animal, and a set of building blocks, each item sparking his imagination and filling his heart with delight.

“Yeah, I’m sure.” “You said you would be my toy, but toys break.” “Not me. So daddy, fuck me, please.” A strange look passes over his features as he releases them and unbuckles his pants. And I can’t help the gasp that escapes through my tiny lips.

The toy . . “The Logan in your diary is Tony’s older brother.” Jessie giggled hard on the couch, clutching her stomach. “I was right,” we said in unison as I rolled my eyes. I had expected as much from her. “But how could someone have the same features and the same name?” I wrinkled my brows.

I chuckled, amused at what the kids were thinking and they all started making guesses excitedly. They are arguing amongst themselves trying to come to a conclusion on where we were going when I finally veered off the highway. "T, o, y, that's toy. Right, mommy?" Justin asked and I smiled. "Yes, baby." "What about this: s, t, o, r, e? What's that mommy?" He enquired again. "I can't see what's written above toy, Mommy," Mason complained and I laughed. "Well, you don't need to know. All that matters is that we're at this city's largest toystore," I revealed and they began screaming excitedly.

She had never seen anything like it, she only had gin gin her rag doll which she grew up with. Her eyes were filled with awe. Stupefied, she walked towards the shelf that housed most of the toys. Her eyes caught a power ranger toy, red ranger to be precise. It was about three feet tall and it was isolated from the rest, it seemed like she was lost staring at the toy because she didn't know when her hand reached out to touch the shiny toy.

She was not wrong given that the toys were all Disney characters ranging from the cast of Mickey Mouse, Winnie The Pooh, Pinocchio, Bunny, The seven Dwarfs from The Sleeping Beauty, characters from The Jungle Book and all the freaking beautiful princesses with their respective princes. The way Aura admired them it appeared as though she was taken to her childhood. Brian was no less. He raised a handful of toys (more than a dozen) and lifted it to his cheek and stroked it up and down against his jaw. "I love them." His whisper got Aura to repeat his act. As the toys grazed her skin, "I want to go back in time and play with them as a kid." "Brian," She turned her head to Brian and excitedly tu

My room door i was so sure I had left shut that first night. "He played you," Dante said softly. "He's still playing you. Making you think you have power when really, you're dancing exactly where he wants you. You and Julian both." "Why are you telling me this?" "Because I want you to understand what you are to him. A toy. A possession. Something he acquired and will eventually discard." Dante's hand came to my face. I jerked back. "But it doesn't have to be that way. You could choose differently."

“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.”

He took two slow steps closer, leaning back against a row of stacked hockey pads. “You did great, Captain,” He tilted his head. “You were a very good boy. But unfortunately for you, plans change. My fun isn't over yet.” “What do you mean?” I asked, my fingers tightening hard around the stick in my lap. Tobias pulled his phone out of his jacket pocket. He tapped the screen a few times, turned the screen toward my face, and hit play. A video started playing on the bright display.

I ran my fingers over a crate, the wood rough under my touch, before moving in deeper, looking for something, anything, that might tell me more. Why was this place locked? A dusty box sat in the corner, half hidden under a tarp. I pulled it out, coughing as dust flew up, and opened it slowly. Inside were old photos with edges that were already curling. I picked one up. A young Enzo stared back, maybe ten years old, a wide grin splitting his face. He stood between his parents: his mother’s warm smile., her hand resting sweetly on his shoulder; and his father’s cold eyes, sharp, like he could cut through you.