Ticci Toby Pfp Novels & Stories

“I am not, “Storm corrected. Omar’s laughter came again making Bash internally cringe. The man looked like a true papa bear, he was tall, hairy, maintained a grey face beard, muscular with a little pot belly, and had a Twink. The Twink named Tobi was a head shorter than his sugar daddy, he was sassily dressed in tight clothing and had make up on. He gave Bash a look that got him wondering his crimes . The bear and his Twink sat. “Good evening, Storm, it’s been too long, “said Tobi. He had a peculiar accent, it was from a country in Africa usually called the giant of the continent (Nigeria.)

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I take a long sip of my drink and smile. Amelia scrolls through her phone and groans. “Okay, but can we talk about the internet?” Jenna lifts an eyebrow. “What now?” “You’re trending,” Amelia says, flipping her phone around. “Like globally. There’s a TikTok edit of your punch synced to Bad Bunny’s Booker T. It has two million likes.” Jenna blinks, then grins. “As it should be.” Bethany claps her hands once. “Jenna. You got verified on T*****r this morning. People are begging to know where you teach.”

I couldn’t help noticing that Taylor grinned as well at his playful ribbing as I rolled my eyes. “Go fetch! Get the ball girl!” Toby cooed, tossing the tennis ball across the training field. “What the hell Tob?” I demanded. Taylor shifted and ran after the ball. “Seriously Taylor? Don’t encourage him!” Toby doubled over in laughter as Taylor returned, dropping the ball at his feet with a wolfy grin. I knew he was only playing along because Toby was his mate and these little games made Toby happy. Thankfully, Barb stepped in to tell us lunch was ready before Toby could take his teasing any further. Even with the irritation his jokes brought, I was thrilled I could finally share my true nature

I decided against asking if anyone had arrived before me and just instead sat patiently and by patiently, I mean if he's not here in ten minutes, the date is definitely over. Less than five minutes later, an average height man appears in front of me and I'm temporarily hypnotised by how great he looks. He looked mid-thirty, obviously the type that works out since his physique was beyond amazing and that face alone would make any woman fall at his feet. Let's not even talk about that beautiful smile he has on his face, he looked so overjoyed to see me and I partly found that strange. Did he know me? "Hi, I'm Tobi. You must be Omotayo?" he asked and I nodded in reply. "It's really nice to meet

"Bianchi wants to make an appointment. Should I schedule it? You're free next week" "No. Tell him my schedule is..." Tobia barges in with an iPad in his hands. "Ma'am, the PR team just sent this. Someone posted it online" *******************************************

he nestled closer and a short laugh emitted from my throat. “The lady, she knew my parents, she said I had the eyes and looks of my mother but her hair I never inherited,” I sighed in disappointment, “I wished I did, I imagined I would look fierce and badass in a red hair,” I touched mine tentatively, “what do you think, me in red, a ginger.” Tobi rose to his feet, and peered around before he moved away, with a wolf grin on, he crouched and vibrated and then he was back, to his human form. He rose to his feet and immediately my mouth dropped.

" __ The two girls walked over to Toby’s house and knocked on the door. The house was an old, raggedy farmhouse. It had a porch with a rocking chair on it and a rusty old truck parked in the driveway. As they waited for Toby to answer the door, Sunny couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and curiosity. She wondered what kind of person Toby would be with his sweet yet hillbilly reputation that Beth spoke of. Would he have a thick Southern accent? Would he be wearing overalls and chewing on a toothpick? These thoughts swirled in her mind as the door creaked open, revealing Toby standing there with a warm smile on his face. Sunny's initial assumptions about Toby quickly dissipated as she t

Vincenzo dragged a look from my head to my feet before giving a short nod to one of the men standing beside me and then, the weirdly huge one showed me a familiar photo in his phone. “Toby..” I gasped out loud. It was a photo of Toby on his motorcycle. Why did they have his photo!? “Ah yes, Tobias Shaw but in the casino we know him as Yoyo.” One of the men with Vincenzo said. “He stole a hundred thousand dollars from me.” Vincenzo spoke, drawing my attention back to him. His face was dark and unforgiving and I instantly regretted the day I met Toby. Why would anyone in their right mind steal from the feared Vincenzo and such a huge amount too!?

“That’s Tobey.” As if summoned by his own name, Tobey came running toward them, pushing a toy truck overflowing with grass, sand, leaves, and several unidentifiable treasures collected with great importance. The wheels refused to turn. He stopped in front of Alicia, brows knitted in deep confusion. “Mommy… It’s broken.” She crouched beside him. “Maybe it’s just tired.” Then she looked up. “Tobey, this is Teddy. An old friend of mine.”