Toy Story One Novels & Stories

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.

She tried to explain. “No, it’s not,” He shook his head. “You are important to me and besides we really actually are like kids ourselves so watching kid movies is no big deal. Raze and Asher love Pokémon so they are going to love watching them with your little one. Why didn’t you tell me you had a kid anyway?” “Oh yeah, the Pokémon movie and first season box set!” Asher said excitedly, “We HAVE to bring these, okay Little One? We have to watch these!” Lilly giggled while Daemon chuckled.

River blinks, and then he laughs, the sound rich and disbelieving. “Impossible,” he scoffs, shaking his head. “As always, you’re mistaken, Maerilee. I’m your One. Not some—” he gestures vaguely toward the door, “—servant.” I bristle at his dismissal of Akin, my temper flaring again. “You don’t know that. You can’t just decide you’re my One because it’s convenient for you.” He pushes off the wall, stepping closer, and I can see the determination in his eyes.

“One click for low, two clicks for high, three clicks for… you’ll see.” A nervous laugh escapes me. “You’ve been planning this?” He smirks. “I’ve been waiting for this.” Before I can answer, he presses the first button. A low hum vibrates through the toy, jolting me. I grip his forearms to steady myself. It’s not just vibrating, it’s moving at a slow speed. “That’s only level one. We’re just getting started, Professor.” He takes my hand in his and says, “Let’s go now.”

The First One sat on the beach and stared at the violent waves of the ocean as he deliberated. The killings had stopped but not for long. Officer Muhammad and Maryam must die in order to protect his real identity. The trip to Lagos had been taken for the main purpose of relaxing and approaching matters from a psychological point because where violence fails, logic is born. It had not been easy approaching the men running things at work and asking for some few days off but the greatest weapon in The First One arsenal was the power of persuasion.

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.

"Thank you little one. And you're mine too." They settled down to watch the film. "So can we still be friends with Jackson? " She hesitantly asked him, giving him the puppy dog eyes for extra effect. After a long pause from Lucas, he reluctantly agreed. She was glad he wasn't too angry about wanting to be friends with Jackson. No doubt she would choose Lucas over Jackson but it would've been a shame since he was so nice to her on the first day. But, she couldn't live without Lucas.

“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.

"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!"

“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.”