Novel & Cerita Ticci Toby Stories

I sat frozen in the armchair, Micah’s shirt clinging damply to my thighs, my body still buzzing from the raw scene I’d witnessed. Toby’s cum was dripping down Micah’s thigh as they both caught their breath on the couch. That single word kept echoing in my head. Kitten. Toby had called me kitten while staring straight at me with that dark, filthy smirk. There’s no way he’s the Ghostface guy… right? Micah let out a satisfied groan as Toby slowly pulled out of him, a thick trail of cum dripping down Micah’s thigh. Toby tucked himself back into his pants casually, like he hadn’t just fucked my best friend in front of me.

“It’s just been… heavy at home.” “Well, heavy is what I’m here to fix,” Toby said, bumping his shoulder against mine. “The guys are heading out to the cove tonight. Bonfire, cheap beer, maybe some questionable guitar playing. You should come. Get some sand in your shoes and forget about the ‘Titan of Industry’ for five minutes.” The invitation felt like a life raft. A night under the stars with people my own age, talking about music and midterms instead of the weight of a secret that could destroy three lives.

I gave him a sweet, vacant smile in return. Lochlan ignored him and turned his attention to Toby. ‘Uncle Toby, you should have informed me you were bringing friends.’ He said it with a polite smile, but his eyes were frozen tundra. Toby, either too drunk or too arrogant to notice, waved a dismissive hand. ‘I would have, but I was afraid you wouldn’t come!’ He tilted his glass towards Cary. ‘Young Cary here has been worrying himself sick over this project. Look at him, he’s grown thin with the stress.’

I had no choice but to call her, and her tone when she picked up was one of immense annoyance, "Didn't I tell you not to call me during work hours? Stop being such a nuisance!" Immediately, I said, "Jamie, I got kidnapped by people who want to take revenge on you! Don't come over here…" Before I could even finish, the phone was snatched away by the criminal, but I could still hear her voice clearly from the speakers, "Have you gone mental, Caleb? How could you joke about something like that while I'm at work? "Don't you know that Lucas' cat has been stuck on a tree for three days, and that it's going to die if I don't save it? Besides, make up a better excuse next time! Maybe say you're goin

He said, "Babe, go to bed now and put your phone beside you. I want to tell a bedtime story to our babies." Lucy blushed. "Okay." She placed her phone on the bedside table, and Tobias told his story. He narrated it like he was chairing a business meeting. When Lucy heard it, she wanted to laugh. Then, she felt sleepy and slowly drifted off. After a long time, Tobias finished his story and said, "Are you listening, babe? Babe? Are you asleep?" He heard Lucy's steady breathing. He was on his bed, imagining Lucy by his side. A blissful smile spread across his face. Without him knowing, he drifted off to sleep as well.

“Are you really this bored, Toby? Waking me up from my sleep over an outcome this painfully obvious?” He was lying. He hadn’t been sleeping at all. He hadn’t let me sleep either, continually whispering in my ear to hang in there a little longer, promising he would let me sleep the entire day tomorrow. But Toby had no idea. He was shaking so violently with rage that he couldn’t even see the dark, fresh hickeys marking my neck. “These stupid prophecies don’t mean a damn thing!” Toby barked, his voice cracking. “It’s just cheap entertainment, not a final verdict!”

Kirrily's POV Sitting on a frayed blanket at the edge of Byron Bay's main beach, watching turquoise waves collapse into foam, you could almost believe the world was simple. You could almost forget that five hundred kilometres south, Sydney was a shark tank of blood debts, unfiled divorce decrees, and shadow syndicates carving up my life piece by piece. "Look, Mummy! It's a trade route!" Toby's voice cut through the low roar of the surf. He knelt in the wet sand, a tiny wooden spade in hand, dark brows drawn into a tight, focused line that made my chest ache.

Straightening her shoulders, she passed him a polite smile and responded, “Yes, I am Colleen. Who's asking?" He chuckled, noticing how defensive she immediately became. “Hol’ up. I’m not here to nobble you. You might want to ease on me a little.” He extended his arms. “My name is Tobias. Tobias McGrith. But you can call me Toby. Frankly speaking, do call me Toby. I have got a history of only hearing my full name called out when I commit a crime.” Colleen laughed, feeling at ease as she put her hand in his. “I am a participant of DESC and, by all indications, we are going to be project partners.”

Tobin knew that he didn’t really have a great excuse for lying to his friends other than their safety but he hoped she would forgive him. Rebecca took in what Tobin said to her and realized it made sense. She looked up at him with sad eyes. She was sad because Tobin felt like he needed to protect her and as much as she should be thankful, she was hurt that he didn’t think she could take care of herself. Even so, she knew that she forgave him. She still wanted some answers though. “Have you ever killed anyone? Do you do drugs? Do you like get into all the clubs in town and know everyone at them? Is this life why you haven't settled down and you are always flirting with all those hoes? Wait ar

his shoulders relaxed under the thick coat he wore. “As we age, we all gain abilities, yes? Your father can talk to his wolves in their heads, no matter how far away they are. Me, I can always track my pack mates. If you hadn’t taken off like scared rabbits, I’d have come upon you hours ago.” “Why are you here?” Toby gritted out. He wasn’t irritated about the “scared rabbit” comment. He wasn’t. Getting angry around Asil never was a good idea. The self-absorbed, arrogant Moor would feed you your anger back with a healthy dose of humiliation. Toby had never fallen victim, for all of Asil’s baiting, but he’d seen many who had. You don’t survive as long as Asil had without being a cunning preda