Toybox Wow Novels & Stories

, he said, taking a sip from his glass of wine. “No! If you love them then you should eat them” “But my toy doesn't want them. It's quite inappropriate that I should take what my milkweed doesn't want, don't you think?” He said grinning—his stoned face brought me more peace than his grin... it made me weak and vulnerable. I said nothing, gulping down a cup of water. Perfect.

We are losing her. Curtis’s favourite toy? His favourite toy? “Open it.” I say and Tony gets to work. He enters the code with a tissue and pulls the handle down and opens the safe door with a creak. He staggers back and gags. Andros does the same. I move closer to the safe and see what has my men gagging. I see it at the bottom of the safe. “Curtis’s favourite toy.” I say when I slam the safe shut, before turning and walking back towards the stairs.

Everything is like a giant black T.b.c

"The red truck is on the rug," Toby said. ​He didn't move from his spot near the corner of the small pine coffee table, his fingers curled tight around the tail of Maya’s stuffed rabbit. His small knees were locked, his dark eyes wide and unblinking as the heavy oak front door swung inward, letting a sharp gust of cold mountain fog roll across the linoleum.

Toby said, holding up a box with an old car on it. “That’s great…..what is it?” I asked him. “It’s a 1956 Chevy car. Dad and I are going to build it after dinner,” Toby smiles and sits in the box beside him. “Not if you didn’t finish your homework,” Mama tells him. He nods. “I finished my homework when I got home after school and I played video games for a while,” Toby told her. “Okay. But not too long,” Mama tells papa and Toby. “Hey,” Dominic said, taking a seat next to me and kissing my cheek.

“I can’t wait to play with them!” Troye gave her the box, and the little girl ran back to where her brother was. “I also have something for you, Kaydee.” Troye sat beside the little boy and put the box before him. “What is this, Uncle? You don’t really have to buy me toys,” Kaydee seemed curious about the toy, but unlike his sister, he was shy. “Those are called hot wheels, I believe?” Troye chuckled. “Thank you…” Kaydee timidly took the box and opened it.

Toyota's eyes slammed shut, and her memories did a throwback to thirteen years ago. "I'm gonna be blindfolded during the s*x?" Toyota asked nervously, standing in front of Toxica who was smiling fondly at her. "Of course dear" Toxica stroked her hair. "Staring at the face of your f**ker might be a total distraction, so I have no choice but blindfold you"

The "Indigo-Leo" didn’t just stand in Toby’s bedroom; he vibrated it. The walls of the suburban house were peeling away like wet wallpaper, revealing the terrifying, dark architecture of a massive, star-spanning vessel underneath. Toby—the boy who thought he was a player—shrank back, his headset falling to the floor.

It was a sound filled with pain and regret, a silent apology that cut through the fog of my anger and pain. The wolf slowly lowered its head, its tongue gently lapping at the tears streaming down my face. The unexpected tenderness broke through my defences, and I let out a choked sob. The wolf's whine deepened, resonating with an apology that echoed through my head. It then crouched down, bringing its massive head to rest on my thighs, I instinctively began to stroke his fur, feeling the rough texture beneath my fingers. Its eyes closed, a soft rumble escaping him, almost like a purr.

the digital voice echoes. “Fighters?” Toby repeats, gawking at me for an explanation. “There’s a box beside you. Open the box and drink what’s in the bottle,” the digital voice declares. I don’t move an inch, I watch as Toby slowly picks up the box, opens it, takes out the bottle, twists the lid, and gulps down the poison before I move, also drinking mine. “You just drank Makish al haolan,” the digital voice announces. “What is it?” Toby finally asks, and the digital voice responds.