Ticci Toby Hoodie Novels & Stories

“Gee Fox? You're just a toy and always will be—” “Gia?” A voice cut through my haze, and I turned to see Bobby, the manager of the club. “Yes, Bobby?” I replied, peeling off my coat to reveal my micro mini skirt that showcased the black thong underneath, knee-high transparent black socks, heels, and a cropped corporate white shirt, complete with a tie to fit tonight's high school theme. “Private room service. Tobias Whitlock,” he said briefly.

“You watched me like you were trying to solve a puzzle.” The voice came from beside her at the bar. Low, with a rough texture that slid over her skin like raw silk. She turned. Tobi stood there, now in low-slung jeans and a simple black t-shirt that did nothing to hide the physique she’d just seen on display. Up close, he was even more devastating. A day’s stubble shadowed a strong jaw. His lips were full. And those eyes… they were studying her with an intelligence that stripped away the last of her defenses.

How she was always surrounded with bodyguards everytime she gets out of the house whether it be to go to school or unwind by the city. And as if on cue, Hestia also sat down on the floor with them and then took out the mini pouch from her pocket and then gave it to Yulia. “Here, I brought you the new ones.” Hestia said as she handed the mini pouch on Yulia’s hand. Upon opening, Yulia gasps in surprise, her face turning to happiness as she takes out the three new self- defence tools that Hestia gave her. “They are so cool as always!” she exclaimed as she took one— the tic tac pack designed one— and pulled it out of the mini pouch, admiring it fully under the light of the room. Freya, being cu

With everything one could ever wish for. I run my fingers on the necklace and hear the door opening. I turn with a smile when Trey walks in and closes the door behind him. He looks me up and down and grins. “When are you going to get dressed?” he is in a white tuxedo, the evening’s dress code. It’s some sort of a white party. “I’m already dressed.” I grin and look at myself in the mirror. I flex my hips a bit and hear him approaching me. He hugs me from behind and our eyes lock in the mirror.

said Hilda to Toby, who was standing next to her. With a loathsome expression, Toby took the loudspeaker out from the car and turned it on. Clearing his throat, Toby took a deep breath and said, "Mr. McCoy, I can heal your wife's eyes! Mr. McCoy, I can heal your wife's eyes! Mr. McCoy, I can heal your wife's eyes!" Toby's amplified voice was spread across a 5 kilometer radius from where they stood, and it was as loud as the wet market in Taadi City at 6 AM.

she added. “Help me,” he held the clothes up and raised his eyebrows. “Car and go.” “Yeah,” she agreed. “They’re pretty dated. Whoever lived here hasn’t been here in some time.” After checking the clothing thoroughly to ensure there were no eight legged hitch-hikers, she pulled on an oversized denim jacket over the sweats she was wearing and put on two layers of socks as none of the men’s shoes would fit her. “Glamorous,” she complained. Toby had more luck, pulling on a pair of parachute tracksuit pants and a band t-shirt from two decades before. The shoes fit him, and he laughed under his breath. “And go.”

How can he look hotter than hell, even with casual clothes? He is wearing a white t-shirt with a dog on it and a pair of beige chinos. Sunglasses are perched on his head, and his smile is broad. The brown hair on his head looks newly cut—it's longer and fluffier in the middle and fades on the sides. Yum. "Good morning," Tobias's eyes are set on mine, and his smile only grows the closer I get. "Did you sleep well?" "Well... someone just left me in bed without a word."

He says as he perches on the end of the bed back to me but head swivels round to ask me the question. I tell him to put anything on. We small talk for a little while while he sets a movie up. I find out his name is Toby and he is doing this guarding job to earn more, apparently all jobs under Argon are paid well but this one is ridiculous amounts though he didn't say how much. Toby has a pup on the way with his fated mate Adaline who he found a year ago.

Kade and I just removed our hoodies as we got ready to get to work. “Let’s see what else we’ve got in our toy box, fellas,” Kade said, walking back to the table. I followed him over and saw something that immediately put a smile on my face. I lifted it and measured its weight in my hands. It was perfect. Tyson smiled at me and nodded in approval. “Damn, I wanted that one. But first come, first served.” I walked back over and stood in front of Drew. His eyes were beyond swollen shut thanks to the headbutt, so he didn’t see what was about to happen.

she gestured to large boobs and large behind with her hands. Theo grimaced, "And that's supposed to make me feel better? You're not his type? Is HE your type?" he raised his brows, "After all ... he's Justin Bieber lookalike ... oh no ... worse ... Josh Reynolds lookalike, he drives a Tesla and a Lambo, and what other car does he drive?" he gave Hazel a look.