Ticci Toby Age Novels & Stories

A man bellowed from outside. “Yep,” Toby snorted awake and yelled back. “We hear you. We’re going. F-k,” he sat up and looked around him blearily, his eyes focusing on Aislen. “F-k,” he winced. “How old are you again?” “Eighteen,” she realized. It was her birthday, and that fact had completely slipped her mind in the drama with her parents and the Triquetra. “I’m eighteen.” “Thank f-k for that. Not that it makes any difference. I’m probably going to jail anyway,” he muttered as he began to dress.

They believed that the members of the pack had been led down the wrong path and didn’t have what it took. Although they weren’t wrong, I still had hope for Tobias. From the information Carter gathered about Tobias, he was more of a wild card. Other than basic information about him, there wasn’t much we found. Tobias was twenty-four and had been at the top of his classes throughout school. He had a business and law degree but wasn’t involved with much in the pack. From what was found, it didn’t seem as if Tobias trained with the other pack members. There also didn’t seem to be any record of him leaving the territory. Even his college degrees were all online. Everyone believed he was mute, but

He giggled and pushed my face away, but held onto my cheeks. “Happy?” he asked with a tilt of his head. “Happy” I nodded and pouted my lips. He rubbed his little fingers over my cheeks and stared at me. Toby sees himself as my little protector. He is always so worried about my happiness. He growls at anyone who raises their voice with me. He pushes people to get them out of my way. Recently, he has taken to hitting anyone who touches me, besides our family members, of course. His protective instincts are rivalled only by that of his namesake. Tobias would be proud of the little force of nature that Toby is becoming.

It was from Amy. She wrote that Toby had passed away a month ago due to a serious illness. Before he died, he repeatedly said he was sorry to me, and that he would go to the other side to ask for our child’s forgiveness. “Actually, Toby never established a mate bond with Tammy. He just felt he could not face you, so he didn’t dare to tell you. “After Tammy gave birth, the elders kicked her out of the pack, and he voted to support that.

I was 23 and Toby was 24 in this story. I’d arrived at the summer camp in Canada with excitement in my veins. Ditching my shit job for a summer of fun is just what I needed. I was going to be a camp counsellor along with a load of other young people. One guy, Toby, kinda stood out, he was from Michigan, and he’d played lacrosse in high school. He was handsome in a slightly goofy way. He has bushy brown hair and he was tall, athletic.

"Yes. Was it because of what you would benefit from him, the fact that he's older or because he's good to you" "Nico..." "I just need to know the truth, Rita. I really did not come here to fight with you but I have been trying to make sense of a lot of things for sometime now and it's hard" "You really want an explanation?" "I want the truth" She sighed. "I agreed to date Toby because I was caught up in everything about him. He was handsome and confident and he spoiled me with gifts. He looked the type of dude straight out of a 90s millionaire movie"

I had agreed to be taken to school and only when I needed my driver, would he drive me around. My personal driver, Toby, is in his mid twenties. He's pretty handsome with ocean blue eyes and light brown wavy hair. He's on the taller side in height, skin golden and quite soft spoken, it's amazing and soothing to hear. Personally, I would have suggested he take up modelling to not waste up those charming looks but, the guy is dedicated to his job. So who am I to try and persuade him to give an interest elsewhere, when his eyes are already set on what he likes?

I gave him a sweet, vacant smile in return. Lochlan ignored him and turned his attention to Toby. ‘Uncle Toby, you should have informed me you were bringing friends.’ He said it with a polite smile, but his eyes were frozen tundra. Toby, either too drunk or too arrogant to notice, waved a dismissive hand. ‘I would have, but I was afraid you wouldn’t come!’ He tilted his glass towards Cary. ‘Young Cary here has been worrying himself sick over this project. Look at him, he’s grown thin with the stress.’

I was pressed against the cold marble wall, my heart pounding. It’s been what? Three months? Four months? Since I last saw Toby. He looked so much thinner, more tattoos, his once curly brown hair that touched his nape was shaved off. His amber eyes, almost black, like he’d seen hell and back. What exactly happened to him!? “Toby, what are you doing here?” My eyes were wide like I couldn't believe he was in here, still alive.

"How's TJ?" I asked, carefully watching his expression. He went pale from shock and I smiled, shaking my head. "Can't believe you named him that. Toshiro Junior. How old is he this year? I think two right? Yeah, he should be two years old. A cute little boy. The caretakers say he eats and poops a lot. Wouldn't you say that his habits are...just like yours?" Toshiro quietly found a chair and his body sagged onto it. Like an old man who had hip problems. He ran his fingers through his blonde locks then sighed, not bothering to cover up anything. "How did you know? Have you been stalking me?"