Novel & Cerita Toy Story Big One

IT was arranged that they'd stay for a weekend in Paris, more specifically Disneyland. It was the end of their first day and they weren't anywhere close to seeing everything, much to Ava's dismay. But, he promised they'd go again the next day. Throughout the day, he was mainly watching her reaction to everything and taking pictures of her. Her face would light up whenever she met one of the characters and her little body would tremble before going on the larger roller coaster. After dinner, they stayed to watch the famous light show. Because it was the school holidays, the place was crowded, meaning that Lucas had to let his mate sit on his shoulders to see anything.

Stephen’s facial expression becomes sullen, he looks like a kid who had his candy stolen from him, literally! So, since I don’t want to be the bearer of residual feeling I hurriedly lock my locker then try to flee from him, but he stops me as he stands up, positioning his 6.3 feet tall body that clearly shout out *I go to the gym every fucking day* in front of me like a fucking wall.

"If I say the child's mine, it's mine. I'll bet a hundred million on it. Dare to wager?" Devon shot him a sidelong glance. "A hundred million? Who are you looking down on? I'll put a billion on the child being mine." With an arm wrapped around my waist, Reuben gave the two of them a disdainful look. "If we're playing, let's play big. I'm putting down 10 billion that this is my child." Devon and Aden exchanged a look before speaking in unison, "Deal." Watching the three of them getting all worked up with their competitive spirits, I quietly raised my hand. "I bet the baby belongs to all three of you."

Chapter 38 Dom's POV the car halted with a screeching sound in front of the 'Torreto castle' which was situated in a VIP area in the city of California. the name TORETO CASTLE was imprinted in gold slate at the top of the entrance gate of the large estate. and we made our way into the large castle where I was greeted by the royal maids and butler who led me through to the dining hall. wasn't it supposed to be her birthday? why's it not crowded?

"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!"

Thunder pounds in the sky, and the loud reverberation shakes me to my senses. Pushing myself off him, I side-eye him, wiping my hands on my shorts. He looks away first, pulling himself up out of the mud. I head to my side of the truck and climb in. That was close, way too close. Seconds later he slips in behind the wheel. The radio plays Jake Owen's latest hit "Alone With You."

I followed the sound, curiosity tugging me forward until I was standing right in front of it. That’s when I saw her name in bold gold letters across the screen: “BREAKING NEWS: ANNA HASTINGS WINS ‘BEST ORIGINAL SONG’ AT THE GLOBAL MUSIC AWARDS.” And there she stood, in a silver dress that sparkled like she bled stardust, holding a trophy to her chest with that picture-perfect smile she’d practiced since we were twelve. Then… the music continued playing. And my body locked up. I knew that exact note. The chord progression. The layered echo in the second verse. I knew it the way you know your own heartbeat.

Emma scoffed. “Is that a problem strawberry shortcake?” Oliver asked. “Yes, it’s a big fucking problem Olly! We do cars not drugs.” Emma said, more respectfully. Oliver stood from his seat and walked across the long room, past Lucas and Emma. He tilted a painting to the side revealing a hidden holo-phone. After moving his hand along the holo-screen a few times, the ceiling began lowering. The table now held thousands of tightly wrapped plastic bricks of black tar. “Not anymore.” Oliver stated plainly. He walked back his seat.

He had a glass of scotch in his hands. But that's not what caught my attention, the box on the bed did. "What's that?" I asked, "Just a bunch of toys," he shrugged. I approached the box carefully, curious to see what was in there. I opened the lid and let out a gasp. My cheeks flamed hot as I once imagined how good all of this feel inside me. I was far too gone. "Do you like them?" He asked, coming up behind me. He was in my space, his breath fanned my neck as he spoke.

, But big baby still had his eyes closed "You can open your eyes now" I said , he batted his lashes and slowly and let them open . i couldn't stop staring, suprisingly he too was staring at me . it was as if time stopped the moment we locked eyes . he started moving his head slowly towards mine *what was he about to do * I thought, I wanted to move but I just couldn't ,my eyes still fixed on his. Suprising he moved pass my lips and rested on my ears "hey ugly,you still owe me a tour" he whispered ,his closeness was doing something to me ,I didn't just know .I just quickly opened the door and ran out of the room. I couldn't take it anymore,damn I hated the way he made me feel