Gumball X Tobias Mga Nobela at Kwento

Hunji deadpanned, indicating that Tobias’ dick was less than average. “Excuse me! There is nothing small about my manhood, I’ll have you know!” Tobias feigned hurt but grabbed his dick in his hand and started flopping it side to side. “See, nice and big and not even at full attention.” He smirked. “For fuck's sake man, put it away,” I grumbled, trying to find the humor in the banter but failing miserably. I could already tell the three of us traveling together could go one of two ways between Hunji and Tobias.

Yet, as a cockroach climbed out of his food, the childish attack made me feel happier. Killian coughed once, slamming his fist against his chest as he laughed from two seats down. Even the corner of Tobias's lips twitched as the disgusting insect stumbled from the ceramic dish onto the table. I couldn't pull my eyes away from him if I wanted to. His heated gaze was filled with amusement as he lifted his large hand and slammed his fist down on top of the bug. My jaw dropped open as Tobias picked up his fork and scooped up a bite of his food. He sent a wink my way as he shoved it in his mouth in a silent declaration of 'Game On.'

He turned and glanced at the door, like he was questioning why it slammed so abruptly, then looked back to the table. “Whoops” he smiled with a shrug of his shoulders. Everyone else went back to their conversations as Tobias walked over to my seat. He placed a kiss on the top of my head and slapped Gunner on the shoulder. Gunner watched Tobias’s show of affection and curled his lip back in a snarl, but didn’t growl out loud. “Glad you’re feeling yourself again, Goddess” Tobias smiled down at me as he moved around my chair. “Thank you. And thank you for your help with… that whole thing” I said quietly, feeling a little embarrassed.

“You ought to truly conversation to whoever handles your PR. The entirety ‘world-ending cabal’ thing kind of falls brief when no one knows who’s in charge.” Cassius chuckles, his voice dribbling with condescension. “You certainly have a mouth on you, don’t you, Nyx?” he inquires, taking to begin with one, and at that point two steps toward me, slipping from the dais with an expression that looks like the cat that ate the canary. “Tobias did continuously say you were vivacious. I think I’m beginning to get it fair how much.” He jerks his chin at Tobias. “You’ve kept us waiting.” “I was held up,” Tobias says in a tone that sounds nearly purposely level. “I had to head them off at the pass.”

he spat, spittle flying everywhere and landing on Adam’s face. But he just stood there, nonplussed. “Where are who?” he asked calmly. “The royals! My cousin and his mate and their wretched offspring!” Tobias screamed, reaching through the bars and grabbing Adam by the throat and lifting him off of the ground, his feet dangling above the dirty stone floor. “Why would you think I would know that?” he choked out with a shrug.