Masky X Toby Novels & Stories

His touch was the only thing in this world that didn't feel like a lie. He leaned down, his lips brushing against the edge of my mask, right where the ivory met the sensitive skin of my jaw. "Let me take it off," he groaned, his voice thick with a raw, masculine need. "Let me see the fire in your eyes when I touch you like this."

Fu— “I’ll wait for you. Bye.” “Bye.” And the line went dead. Toby said something through the duct tape, willing me to pay my attention back to him. I ripped the tape off and he flinched. I smiled at the obvious pain I just gave him. “Oh, bro, you’re in fucking love,” he commented instead. My smile turned into a grin, like a fucking teenager. “I guess I am.” “Dude, I never thought of you as a lover boy. Is she part of your plan to blend in? So people wouldn’t notice anything peculiar about you? Is she like your cover?” He winced, taking the pressure off of his bruised wrists.

It wasn’t Toby’s fault that he was a monster, too. It had been easy to lay the destruction of the Chicago pack’s holding cell on the silver poisoning. But tonight, confronting Asil, he’d shown her that he wasn’t any different than any other male werewolf: angry, possessive, and Dadngerous. She’d allowed herself to believe that it was just the Chicago pack. That the mess Leo and his mate had created was the reason for the terrible thing the pack had been. She’d wanted a knight in shining armor. A voice of reason in the madness, and Toby had provided it for her. Did he know that was what she’d been looking for? Had he done it deliberately? As the water matted her hair and ran into her eyes and

The man lifted his hips slightly. The sweatpants came down. And there it was again. Heavy. Hard. Waiting. Toby didn’t tease this time. He wrapped one hand around the base and opened wide. He took the head into his mouth and moaned at the taste. It was familiar now. Addictive. His tongue swirled over the tip before he sank down further, eager to please. The man hissed. “That’s it.” Toby bobbed his head, lips stretched, spit gathering quickly. He wanted it messy. Wanted it sloppy. Wanted to hear the man groan like he did before.

I say and he just keeps walking ugh this man and my door need to meet eachother. Sliding on my shades I head out of my room and there stands Toby leaning against the wall. "Stalker" is all i say as i pass him. once out side i fling my head back close my eyes and extend my arms. the sun and the warm breeze feel amayazing. Toby clears his throat "are you still drunk?" am i still drunk? "Maybe now that my head dont feel cracked i do feel off still how did you know." he smirks at me "Well this should be interesting" and loops his arm in mine and walks us tward the feild. "What was that drink? I mean it took away my hangover instantly." "Giant snot, its used in alot of different ways mostly medic

He agrees but looks at the two suspiciously, as soon as he turns the corner, the masked singer appears and the elder brother stops him when he is about to enter the hospital room and says to him, “I don’t know why my sister collapsed in front of you. But I am also curious as to why you are the first man she has approached in ages, I believe you might be able to heal her psychological problems. So I will give you a chance tonight to take care of her and let’s see what will happen.” He nods his head and is about to enter but he stops him again and inquiries, “What is your name singer G?” He smiles and replies, “Just call me Greg, and please do keep it a secret. ”

Miss Barton knew her answers but she kept quiet, still. He remained quiet for a while, lying down on the cold floor with her. She turned to him again, “Why? We used to be friends what happened?" She questioned. She placed her hand on his chest. It did not ease the rising tension. “Best of friends actually, ” he replied with a smile. A smile that faded just as quickly as they came. They stared into each other's eyes, reading their thoughts, Confusion and Chaos. “What happened to you there?” her hand brushed the lump on his chest. tattoo? No. A tattoo can only be seen not roughed up like that.

"Maybe not. The decision is up to you. I just did it for your information but I hope we're inside the hideout. Outside let's go back to the past and our hidden Identity, is it clear?" "Yes!" the women answered at once. Everyone had fun. "Guys, do you agree that we should remove our masks at the same time?" Astra asked happily. Dindo is just waiting to see what happens next. He wanted to approach and hug Amore but he felt embarrassed. He was contented to just watch his friend first. He was also happy because she was safe. It’s his fault why she almost perished at Regor’s hands. "Are you all ready? One, two, three-," Astra said then they removed the masks at the same time.

Tate turned to Toby and uttered, “You’re my Gamma, minister. You’re bound to stand with your Alpha.” Toby smirked as everyone started chuckling and he rebutted, “Unless you stand against the queen, in which case, you’re on your own. The most humiliating thing to have written on my tombstone would be ‘slaughtered by a five feet creature’.” Christian snorted and started chuckling, so did Weaver. For some reason, Xandar had the urge to correct Toby, “Lucy is actually five-foot three after being marked, Toby.” This made Christian laugh even louder.

Edward sighed as he accepted the fact that he had to explain his identity when Andrea burst out in tears. "My head hurts so much and I feel so cold. Everyone hates me…" Andrea cried as she held her head. Edward used this time to wear his masquerade mask before walking towards her. "Stay calm and go take your bath. I called a doctor to take care of you." He said as he sat beside her. *What's the use of wearing the mask when she already saw your face?* He asked himself, but disregarded it to focus on persuading her to take her bath.