Masky X Toby Novels & Stories

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.

I was reluctant to break cover until I knew for certain. Toby introduced her as a “masked siren”. I winced at the description. The lacy mask was black, like the majority of her outfit, and her coppery hair swung this way and that as she executed a few rapid moves. I’d advised her to close her eyes and think of her favourite place. So far, it seemed to be working. Then I heard screams and saw my stepbrother advancing towards her. He wasn’t alone. It took me a full minute to realise Moore wasn’t accompanying him by choice and that there was something strapped to the Lycan’s chest which shouldn’t be there: a home-made bomb.

Toby said, wiggling his eyebrows. “You have our permission.” Mason chipped in, shaking his head. Kane scrunched his face into a frown as he looked at them, and he was shaking his head. “I don’t think I need permission from you both to do anything. But yeah, thank you.” And he was dashing out of the room before they could say anything again. Toby watched his alpha run out the door, and he shook his head slowly, wiping the imaginary tears from his face. “Ha, young love. I remember back in the day." Mason gave him a sharp look, squinting his eyes.

Rory mentally groaned at the familiar person; he seemed to like to pop out from his blindside. Harvey… He mentally sighed. Toby turned to Harvey, and something flashed in his eyes, which he quickly masked with a smile. “You are Toby… right? Toby Armstrong, the TV star?” Harvey asked.

Toby sputtered while the woman winked at them, pulling her son along with her as he waved along. "She didn't just say we were nice?" Yara said, it sounded like a question though. "Glad you found your voice back." Toby grinned at her, pulling his hands into his backpack to pull out a couple of drugs and a bottle water. Yara rolled her eyes at him in reply, "i just found it so awkward because she thinks we're nice—i mean you are. But definitely not me." "You were friendly with the Evan, you know? I almost thought I was invisible." he said, slowly letting out raspy breaths as he coughed.

He trailed off, his gaze intense. Before I could respond, Colby pulled out his phone and showed me something. My eyes widened as I took in the image: a muscular, shirtless man with toned abs and a chiseled V-line, his face obscured by a black mask. I swallowed hard, my eyes locked on Colby's. "Why are you showing me this?" I asked. Instead, he let out a scoff and leaned in, his voice low and husky. "How would you feel getting fucked by a man in a mask?"

by accident. Mark looked at the two milkshakes on the table. "Must be some flu if you’re downing chocolate shakes. My mom usually just gives me soup." "It was the only thing he could keep down," I snapped, a bit too quickly. Toby looked at me, then at Jax. He didn't say anything, but I could see his eyes moving around the room, taking in the fact that Jax was wearing my sweatpants, and the way we both looked like we hadn't moved in ten hours.