Ticci-toby Personality Mga Nobela at Kwento

Toby recapped. “Bad guys?” I was amused. “How about calling them Danny’s men? Bad guys is juvenile.” “Fine.” Toby waved his hand dismissing me. “And we also know that the inside guy is a dude.” “Yeah.” I was starting to see where he was going with this.

“He came here one day and talked to us. He said we should write you letters because you were sad. He… he told me what to write in the red one.” “What did he look like?” I asked, my voice steady but urgent. Toby glanced around nervously before whispering, “He was tall. He had a beard. And his eyes were really scary.” I swallowed hard, my wolf alert at the description. “Did he say anything else, Toby? Anything about why he was here?” Toby shook his head quickly, his small frame trembling. “No. He just smiled a lot, but it wasn’t a nice smile.” I forced a reassuring smile, reaching out to squeeze his shoulder gently.

What anyone could call smooth talks but they didn't sound like that to her. Was she weak? It was something she was going to ask herself over and over again. But then, there was something about the guy. What was his name again? Toby. Right. He sounded like he could see something different which she never could see. Like he could see a whole new world which looked beautiful. Something she'd never notice. Maybe she'll never even notice. The first time she saw him when he talked about beautiful clowns and even though she still believed his ideas were delusional a tiny part of her wished she could accept being that delusional even though it was just for a second.

*Toby* Toby and Liam were headed home after a long day of training. The day started out with pack training, followed by training with the Alpha-to-be. Mathias had chosen Liam as his Beta and worked with him every day on pack responsibilities. While Liam was the one chosen for Beta, Toby, the loyal twin, stayed behind to help his brother. He was happy for Liam, but he couldn't help the twinge of jealousy at his brother's success.

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.

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.

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 that 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.

Toby's never really broken my heart, though. It would seem like Toby would be the easy choice. He's sweet, a gentleman, and absolutely perfect. Not to mention, his looks. His looks are enough to stop a girl's heart. He's about six feet tall with a warrior's build. When he looks at me with his sandy blonde hair that falls into his piercing blue eyes, my heart stops beating.

I grinned, walking out of my room with my phone pressed against my ear and my shoulder. "Tobi just created a OF account and his dear thirty viewers asked him to play with toys in his next video, so we come shopping for some. Hehehe." Grace giggling made me followed behind. Holding my stomach from laughing too hard, I said. "Why the fuck am I just hearing about this?" "Oh, sweetheart, our dear Tobi is super shy. You should see him right now, he's all shades of red." I heard Tobi mumbled something like he was going to kill Grace, in the background and that didn't help me stop laughing at all.

It wasn’t Toby’s fault that he was a monster, too. It had been easy to lay the destruction of the Chicago pack’s holding cell on the silver poisoning. But tonight, confronting Asil, he’d shown her that he wasn’t any different than any other male werewolf: angry, possessive, and Dadngerous. She’d allowed herself to believe that it was just the Chicago pack. That the mess Leo and his mate had created was the reason for the terrible thing the pack had been. She’d wanted a knight in shining armor. A voice of reason in the madness, and Toby had provided it for her. Did he know that was what she’d been looking for? Had he done it deliberately? As the water matted her hair and ran into her eyes and