He's Just a Toy

He's Just a Toy

  • WpView
    Lecturas 969
  • WpVote
    Votos 34
  • WpPart
    Partes 7
WpMetadataReadContinúa19m
WpMetadataNoticeÚltima publicación lun, sep 14, 2015
WpInfo
Ficción
Romance
Remy's POV I gawked at the boy standing in my room. He ruffled his hair and glanced at my bed where Mr. Puff lay in shreds. He picked up the stuffed bear and said, "That bear's like my shell. It's like I hatched from it." He laughed at the absurdity as I continued to grip my old baseball bat. He looked up at me seeing how I was braced to pounce. "It's okay. I come in peace." He said with a tiny smirk dancing on his lips. "What the hell? Who the fu-" I began muttering. "My, you've adapted quite the colorful language over the years." He raised an eyebrow. "Who are you and why are you here?" I asked. "I'm Perry, your former stuffed animal and I just got out of damned thing." He looked at the bear before throwing it out my open window. "What is my life turning into?" I gasped.
Todos los derechos reservados
#417
toy
WpChevronRight
Únete a la comunidad narrativa más grandeObtén recomendaciones personalizadas de historias, guarda tus favoritas en tu biblioteca, y comenta y vota para hacer crecer tu comunidad.
Illustration

Quizás también te guste

  • Stone Layers
  • Dorms With You: The Short Series #1
  • SHE LOOKS SO PERFECT
  • The Blind Kid ➝ h.s
  • Kiss Gone Wrong
  • One Kiss, One Daycare
  • The Billionaire's Daughter
  • Hate My Mate{Watty Awards 2012}
  • Changed me
  • Victim of Love

Attractive royals, college drop-out/runaways, Harley Davidson's and an eery old castle. Bea Bell runs away during a class trip because of a heart break. She crashes her bike and almost is killed on the way. Her only shelter is a stone castle, secluded from the real world. Along with a duke who hides in said castle. •••. As I study his movements and conversations, in a non-creepy way, I realize there is more to him. He's not cold and distant; he's warm and loving and humorous. He has many layers to him and I'm determined to pull back every one. •••. "I don't kiss weird girls." He says to me. I can feel his breath on my lips. He stands so much taller than me but we are so close together. I smirk, "Neither do I." and I slink away before he can capture my lips with his.

Más detalles
WpActionLinkPautas de Contenido