Masky X Toby Novels & Stories

I look at Axel but he laughs at a joke Axel says as he looks at he looks down at his fingers which were playing with my curls. I don’t know if I should be happy or confused with the fact that I haven’t seen Axel or Asher look at Melissa once in a sexual way yet. They maintained normal eye contact with her when they talked to her while Toby continued to struggle when it came to keeping his eyes on her face. It’s very difficult to not like the Lancaster men especially when I see them being so respectful towards women. Also having toby here in comparison doesn’t help. “Thank you, Asher. I think you guys are amazing and I would love to have you as my business investors. I promise huge amounts of

Toby states, “Had you given me another minute or so, I would have had her naked before you came into the restroom pretending to be her hero.” I stare at Mason’s silouette in horror, as Toby’s words sink in. Mason never wanted to be my friend; he was using me! Jace was right all along; Mason is a piece of shit! I shriek as one of them grab my nipples through my bra and pinch them hard, before Toby turns me around, showing the others my back side. “Mm, feel this peach,” Brandon says as he squeezes my butt cheeks, “Wish there was more light, so I can get a good look.”

He wore a mask that only covered the top half of his face, leaving that familiar, arrogant smirk visible. "Thorne," Andreas said. His voice was a low warning. Tobi stepped forward, his eyes glinting behind his mask. He didn't look at Andreas. He looked straight at me. I felt like I was being dissected. My heart was pounding so hard I thought I might pass out. Was he going to recognize me? Would he see Asher underneath the mask? "What a beauty you have there, Lionel," Tobi said. He took a slow sip of his drink, his gaze never leaving mine. "I didn't think you had a heart left to lose, but it looks like you found a real treasure in the ruins of your club."

Toby said. Zayn looked at him confused. "What?" Toby walked to him in awe. "I'm such a great teacher, I mean look how sexy you've gotten." "Tobias!" Zayn said in anger. "That's not the problem here!" Toby snapped out of his thoughts of being a gym teacher and blinked at Zayn. "Oh of course, the uh ink." He said and scratched his head. "Yes, the fucking ink!" Zayn replied.

“Sorry. No offense. You don’t look seventeen and eighteen is all I meant by that. Which is a good thing. You don’t have to suffer the cons of old age so soon. Me? I’m debating whether to ask Toby to convert me into a robot or not. Everyone thinks they would want immortality until they’re actually faced with the choice.” Did he just say…? This time, Beau did stop, his legs stilling just before the entrance. “Hold up. Toby? As in…” Garrett nodded enthusiastically, his spikes flopping a bit. “Tobias Irons. Yup! Biggest name around and my best friend. You could say I’m pretty famous myself.” The lycan never considered himself to be lucky, especially when he was younger, a time when he was desper

It was Toby, my loyal friend and confidant, his expression a mask of concern as he took in the scene before him. "What the hell are you doing to her?" Toby's voice was laced with accusation, his eyes flashing with righteous indignation as he glared at Damon. "Leave her alone, you arrogant prick!" Damon's eyes widened in surprise at Toby's sudden outburst, his hands raised in a gesture of peace as he tried to defuse the situation. "Toby, calm down," he pleaded, his voice tinged with frustration. "I'm not doing anything to her. I'm just trying to help."

“Is everything okay, Dereck? “Tobias asks me. “Looking for or waiting for someone? “Forget this kid, Dereck; look how much there is here... I don't respond and keep looking around to see if there's any trace of her, but nothing. Fifteen minutes later, I finally see her... him walking through the club. Parading showing off all my charm; This time he wears a red outfit, accompanied by a red velvet shawl. Black shoes, lace and black mask. Although the mask is made of lace, the black lining does not allow you to see his face. I soon get up and start following her; being close, he stops and looks back. he does this and my heart speeds up; I am left speechless, as if I had gone blank. Calmly, I ap

In this quiet night, I can hear my own heart beat. Slowly, I took off MK's mask. MK's jaw was clearly defined, his lips were sexy and thick, and his lip shape was very heroic. Suddenly, MK's eyes opened and his broad palm pressed down on the half-unmasked mask. The deep eyes under the mask burst out cold and fierce light, such as a preying eagle, eager to devour the eyes into the abdomen. With an icy sweep of his eye, he knocked the phone from my hand to the floor. The mobile phone fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Even in his last moments, Toby had questioned, "How dare you kill me? Are you insane? Do you really want to start a war with us Hawkinses?" Chase frowned slightly, murmuring to himself, "I'm not insane." He looked into the distance, his gaze deep and profound. He thought to himself, 'Though the Collins family hasn't treated me well, they're still my family and my roots. I won't allow others to tarnish or defile them! 'Toby Hawkins violated my bottom line; he deserved to die! But I need to use his identity to cover my tracks a bit.' With that thought, Chase took out a black ghost mask from his storage ring and put it on. This was a special treasure that could alter one's appearance.

She was utterly terrified by Tobey's menacing demeanor. Tobey studied her tear-streaked face. A cruel smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "You really do look beautiful when you cry." His kiss landed on the corner of her mouth, and Chelsea let out a muffled whimper as the metallic taste of blood filled her senses. The pain from his bite made her eyes well up even more. Tears were streaming down her cheeks uncontrollably. "I love watching you cry," Tobey said darkly. His fingers tangled in her hair, and he yanked her head back. Her eyes were red, and tears kept streaming down her face. But her entire face was wet, making it impossible to tell where one ended and the other began.