Toybox Wow Novels & Stories

The Toy . . Damon gently placed me on the bed, and his mouth was back in mine. His hand was exploring every part of my body—every inch of my skin. He massaged my breast, twirling my nipples between his fingers, and I moaned into his mouth. His tongue replaced his fingers, swirling around and teasing my nipples. A pleasurable jolt sparked through my body, igniting warmth in me. My heart skipped a beat when his hands found a way to my clit and stroked it with the right pressure. He inserted a finger into my wet pussy, and pleasure pulled my head backward.

I should have been used to this feeling by now. The feeling of being second best. The one who always had to sacrifice. The one who was expected to step aside. But nothing could have prepared me for this! I stared at my phone, my fingers trembling as I re-read the text. The video Anna had sent was ingrained deeply into my mind. She was in a red lacy, seductive lingerie, sprawled across a hotel bed. And on top of her, was my boyfriend. He was inside her thrusting in and out while she moaned out in pleasure. I couldn’t even watch it until the end. I felt so damn disgusted that my sister could do this to me with my…

We play this game until both of our plates are empty. Rising to take the dishes in the kitchen, Toby tells me to make myself comfortable and to pick a movie to watch. I don’t usually watch movies, so I’m not really sure what I want to watch. As a matter of fact, I can’t even figure out how to work the contraption that he uses. I haven’t figured out how to use it by the time that he’s done. He laughs taking the thing from me. I watch as he presses a button with an x on it. It turns everything on, including the television. My eyes widen. That’s pretty neat.

“We get to work?” “Yap.” We answer in unison and follow the drivers outside. My phone beeps. It’s a bank alert on the money transferred there. Six hundred thousand dollars! What the hell? This much? I widen my eyes at the message and look at Troy who just smiles at me. “Good news?” “Yap. Don’t know how to take it though.” “Take it happily. Enjoy while it still lasts.” He smiles and pulls up outside Annex. This is the main pharmacy.

The first minute concluded with an astounding number of idiots not bothering to search for the answer. “For those who selected “Wanda Wicca Watt”, you are correct. Everyone else is wrong. Those who selected “World Wide Web” after seeing the given hint WWW, please punish yourself for being the trolls you are. Buy a gift from the e-shop using my code and write a message to their customer service to apologise for trolling. Next question… How many toys have Wanda's Love Accessories Incorporation launched officially so far? Exclude the limited-time specials. You have one minute, go.” Watching her viewers scramble to the e-shop, London briefly wondered how the network managers of the backend serve

"Tobin! Deploy the secondary asset!" Tobin materializes instantly from the rear compartment of the command transport, his hands efficiently unfolding a lightweight, high-tech carbon wheelchair. He steps directly into my path, bowing his head with absolute, unyielding dominion discipline. "Please, Master Afolayan, deposit your weight into the seat structure. The warlord commands it." My arms cross tightly over my chest, my voice hitting a stubborn, defensive register. "The diagnostic scans indicated simple surface abrasions on my joints, Tobin. My leg bones are completely intact."

“The one for the foster kids. I want to make the common room circular. No corners for anyone to get backed into.” Toby laughed, a warm, grounding sound. “You and your circles. You’re going to bankrupt the contractors with all that custom glass.” “Let them complain. It’s worth it.” As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of bruised plum and burning orange—the colours of my past turned into the beauty of my present—Toby stopped and turned to me. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, wooden box. It wasn’t velvet. It wasn’t from a high-end jeweller in the city. It was hand-carved from driftwood, the grain of the wood swirling like the tide.

Tobey replied without hesitation, a wide smile spreading across his face. “They’re so big I bet at least two of every animal in the Upper could fit inside just one of them. I hear there are two or three up there.” He dropped his tools and turned to face her with pure, childlike excitement. He acted out driving one of the big gophers, shifting through invisible gears, bouncing as if over pockets of air.

The next day, I returned to the healing center to hand over the rest of my work. Evan came to find me on his own and handed me an exquisite gift box wrapped in animal hide. "I forgot to give Toby his birthday present yesterday." Surprised, I took the gift box and opened it. Inside was a lifelike wooden carving of a wolf. Toby was terrified of fierce and snarling wolves form like that. When Toby was four years old, Evan took him to the edge of the Forbidden Forest to practice hunting. Halfway through, Evan ran into a few werewolf colleagues he knew.

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.