Ticci Toby Cosplay Novels & Stories

Nicole gulped, not replying as tears prickled her eyes. "Is little Nicole going to cry because all her friends turn out to be backstabbing assholes?" Toby laughed in her face. Nicole clenched her jaw as she wiped the corner of her eye and gave him a fake smile. "Toby, Toby, Toby," She sighed. "I don't need anyone," Without any hesitation, she rasied her hands and placed one on each shoulder. Toby looked at her in confusion, unsure what she was doing. "Especially you," You muttered bitterly as she raised her knee and kneed that prick in his prized possession; his manhood of course.

I could feel the heat radiating off him. "He's drunk," I said. "He won't be up until noon." I turned to Toby. The dim light caught the sheen of sweat on his neck. He looked debauched. His lips were swollen, his eyes were heavy-lidded, and he moved with a slight waddle that betrayed the thorough fucking he’d just taken in the truck. "Take the shirt off," I said. Toby didn't question me. He unbuttoned the sheer black shirt and let it slide down his arms. He dropped it on the floor. He stood there in the living room, half-naked, wearing only the tight leather pants and boots.

Like I said, we're pretty much joined at the hip. "She's coming later. I just messaged her." Tobes tells us. We grin because we know that he has the hots for Tammy who we nickname Barbie. Yes you've got it. She wears mostly pink, has a chihuahua called Pebbles and very blonde hair. Now she just needs a Ken and she'll be set for life. I feel the warmth of Tate's leg pressed against mine. I don't move and leave my leg right where it is.

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.

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.

I wanted my hairstyle to be appropriate for both. Toby’s fingers worked nimbly through my hair, pulling the hair around the crown into fishbone braids and connecting them in a rose design. The remaining hair, he curled expertly with a large barrel curling iron as I applied my makeup in a natural look. Even with the barely-there makeup, I gasped at how unrecognizable I was in the mirror. I looked like a true Luna and tears began to well in my eyes. “No ma’am, you are not going to ruin my hard work by crying.” Toby scolded, handing me a tissue.

After seeing the blood all over the walls and floor, the stiff pup in the corner, and my deathly pale face connected to a weirdly postured body, Cecilia screamed shrilly and leaped into Toby's arms in fright. Toby hugged her and said in a gentle tone, "Don't be afraid, Cissy. Those are just dummies they're using as a stand-in for their act. They think that they can deceive me with this! That bitch dares to collude with these people to take over my pack just because she gave birth to an heir!

right in front of the former Luna of the Blackwood pack. A dark, incredibly obvious flush rapidly crept up Toby’s heavily scarred neck, completely ruining his terrifying, lethal reputation. He instinctively tried to scramble to his feet to bow, but the two sleeping toddlers anchoring his arms to the floor made the tactical maneuver completely impossible. He was trapped.

The corner of her lip was curled up and her teeth were showing. I shuddered to think what could have caused such a reaction. But I had to admire her style and form. She had the grace of either a dancer or a long-term athlete, and it showed in how she used her body. If we could get her self-esteem and confidence back up, she'd be a powerhouse. A force to be reckoned with. One kickass chick who owned the world around her. Toby caught my attention. He made the signal of a phone at his ear. Waved a piece of paper in the air.

“She's so pretty… and so feisty. I want to fuck the fuck outta her.” “Zane.” Toby called as he picked up the camera to set it up, “Don't try anything funny.” “I'm sure her pussy would be so tight and sweet and juicy,” Zane mumbled to herself, ignoring Toby as if he hadn't just spoken. “Virgin girls are my type.” Toby dropped the camera and pulled Zane by his shoulder, “You know what? Go set up the camera, let me undress her.”