Ticci Toby Jacket Novels & Stories

Eliza asked, appearing behind him. Toby looked at her through the mirror. Altering his shirt and tie one last time before nodding and turning to face her. Once Caleb had asked him to come along he told Toby that he needed to look smart, not like his usual uniform wasn't smart. He needed to wear a suit and then a pin on metal badge which Lamarie's crest on. He had gone to Eliza, knowing she'd be able to help him pick something appropriate to wear. She would also be able to help calm him down. Throughout his entire time of being a vice-president he had never actually done anything diplomatic like this.

“I'm always accurate.” In order to come up with a perfect comeback, Idara had to study Tayo's outfit for a moment. Basically, he was wearing a brown cap, a sleek wine-colored jacket with grey stripes, an off-white T-shirt inside, coupled with a fitted dark blue jeans, and a pair of reddish palm slippers. The man surely had a dope fashion sense.

Jacqueline looks to Albert, and for the first time, she was able to scope out the whole entourage. Albert stands to Jacqueline’s side as always, looking more former bouncer than bitch boy in his head-to-toe black, but he nods deferentially to her like the highness she thinks she is. Next to Albert is Tobias, who has his arms behind his back and is dressed impeccably, this time in a pair of what she suspects are vintage tweed trousers and a sharp rust- colored button-down. He has also added matching cordovan loafers and belt and a large ivory-face watch. If she could offer him a clap of fashion appreciation, she would do so in a heartbeat.

Her red heels match the color of her roses. Toby. I can’t even tell you how Toby’s look makes me blush. He looks so delicious in his all black tux. The handkerchief is the same color red as his sister’s roses. He wore his sandy blonde hair slicked black on the sides. His wavy bangs hang a little above his bright blue eyes. Delicious! He looks all of his 20 years of age. Built to perfection, his tux hugs him tight in just the right spaces. “Are you going to continue to drool over Toby all day? Or are you going to actually say hi to me?” Emma says, snapping me out of my day dream.

she pressed her lips into a thin line in response, fixing her palms into the black jacket which she wore over a tee and black jeans, pairing her outfit with a 'van on her feet. She had changed her earlier outfit and even let her hair loose so it fell around her shoulders, framing her small face into a cute childlike countenance. The only thing she carried with her were the pack of cigarettes which she had stuffed inside her pockets. Something Toby was quick to notice. He walked closer to her in a gentle approachable manner, "you mind?" He asked not waiting for her reply before bringing out the pack. She scowled, "what are you doing? "

Tobias grunted, his arrogance evident as he replied, "I have no interest in invading your pack. Moreover, your bullets loaded with wolfsbane won't harm me." Alicia cleared her throat awkwardly and suggested, "I recall you left your shirt and suit jacket in your car. Go ahead and get dressed. I'll accompany my father back home. Oh, and don't forget to grab your gift." With that, Alicia retrieved her car key from her pocket and handed it to Tobias. With her father and other pack members present, it was impossible for her to continue the conversation with Damian regarding the rejection. "Tobias, can we talk?" Jason inquired, passing the gun to his Beta.

My heart leapt to see Troy, but what kind of twisted karma brought Rocco here? At least he stayed in the car whilst Troy and Jacob leapt out. Both wore red and blue lumberjack shirts and jeans. Troy looked fresh off the catwalk as usual with that long hair and green eyes. Rocco…I tried not to notice but his built arms, more muscular than I remembered, were resting on the open window of the car. His olive skin looked sumptuous against a crisp white t-shirt.

I should not be thinking of someone else. "That shade of emerald absolutely brings out the green in your eyes, darling," Toby said, his voice a low, resonant hum as he snaked his arm around my waist. It felt nice to have his body next to mine. It briefly banished the thought of Nico from my mind A sales associate, with an air of quiet authority, appeared as if on cue. “Get that dress for the lady,” Toby said to the woman, “We’ll let you know if we find others we like”

"Make yourself comfortable," Tobio said as he strolled towards the kitchen. "What would you like to drink? Or eat?" "Fruit juice," Aito said as he took off his white bomber jacket, leaving on a form-fitting sea blue shirt over a pair of white pants and sat on the couch. "I don't want to eat anything."

Tobi’s voice came from the doorway, warm and amused. She turned to find him leaning against the frame, looking devastating in a tailored black suit that somehow managed to be both elegant and edgy. The jacket was open, revealing a charcoal gray shirt beneath, unbuttoned at the throat to show a glimpse of the tattoos that climbed his neck. His hair was styled but still looked touchably soft, and his eyes held that familiar intensity that still made her breath catch. “I was just admiring your work,” she said, gesturing to her side.