Ticci Toby Stories Novels & Stories

“I don’t know why but I feel like I trust you enough to tell you my story.” With that, Bash narrated his ordeal to Tobi not leaving out a single detail. Tobi smiled sadly at the tale. “We are not so different you know, I became a sugar baby even before I turned 18.” Tobi met Omar when his parents died, no one wanted to help him and his siblings, all their relatives took everything from them leaving him and his seven siblings penniless, the few that took in his little siblings maltreated them until they ran back to Tobi. Tobi struggled daily to feed his family but it was not enough to even give them two meals a day.

And Olivia is right on time, “Tobias. What happened to you?” She rushes in like a wind and so does Theo and asks, “What happened?” “Toby is… he is…” I say but stop and start sobbing. Olivia comes towards me and shakes my shoulder and asks, “Tell me. Why isn’t he speaking up? What happened? Why is he so gloomy? What is wrong with him?” “Toby has a tumor in his brain.” I sob that out. “What?” Theo asks while Toby tries to maintain his shock of my words too.

Toby says confidently. The 2 follow Toby inside as he set the riffle down on the counter. “Want a beer, or a coke?” Toby asked. “You have bottled water?” Shaba asked him. “1 bottled water coming up.” Toby says tossing her a bottle. “Coke for me.” Josiah says. Toby grabbed himself a beer, picked up the riffle and set at the table. “Please have a seat.” He says to the both of them.

Toby’s eyes still gleamed with pleasure, and I knew we were barely just starting, and suddenly the night seemed to be too long. “Before we all go, I need to address something.” I began, even though I could notice Toby shaking his head in a bid to dissuade me. “It has come to my notice that there have been rumors about my choice of mate, but I decided to play deaf ears, thinking you all would be reasonable and move on to other things. Yet I keep hearing all manner of absurd things flying around.” I could see some people from the corner of my eyes, lifting from foot to foot, their eyes cast down. “I would let you know the moon goddess had chosen us to be together, and she doesn’t make mistakes

"The astronaut is the captain. He says we need to fly past the clouds." But before they could even place the third rock, a bigger boy named Toby walked over. Toby was in the class upstairs, so he was older and taller. His school shirt was untucked and dirty from the mud. He marched right over and stood directly between Leo and Mila, blocking the sun. He had a big leather football tucked under his arm and a mean scowl on his face. He looked at their toys and kicked the leg of the bench with his shoe. "Why are you playing with a girl?" Toby said out loud, laughing a mean laugh. He pointed a dirty finger at Mila. "Girls are yucky. My big brother told me girls have cooties. You shouldn't talk to

That evening I opened an old storage box I'd brought from my previous house. Inside were photographs. Award ceremonies. Corporate dinners. Magazine covers. Private jets. Luxury holidays. Expensive watches. Handshakes with politicians. Smiles that looked practiced even back then. I kept turning pages. Picture after picture. Success. Power. Influence. Recognition. And yet... I struggled to remember how I'd actually felt during most of those moments. Then another photograph slipped free. Much newer. Toby. Standing beside the lake. Covered in mud. Holding the world's smallest fish like he'd just conquered the ocean.

He was so hot, he was smoking. “Lizards?” Milo asked. “Oh, yeah, we have these horrible little lizards in there,” Toby said. “But I had it treated last week, so they might have scurried.” “I don’t mind,” Milo said. “I just appreciate you two letting me crash there until I find a place.” “No problem, buddy,” Toby said and gave him a good-natured slap on the back. “I’ve been wanting you out here for years. Now you’re here. It’s gonna be awesome!”

They sometimes visited Hannah in the Monroe Mansion and every time Minerva was fascinated by how rich Ashton’s family was. Toby proposed to his long-time girlfriend Vicky and is planning to get married by next year. Presently… At the Monroe Mansion. Cyrene and Riktor are playing with their grandchild Hunter, while Hannah and Ashton have just returned from work. He clears his throat, “Toby invited me to join him in visiting Xander in Pennsylvania for a game of poker.” She nodded. "Toby told me." She replied casually. "Do you want to go with me?" He asks out of courtesy, but deep inside he wishes she wouldn't.

We still had to wait for Cass: she'd headed back into the pub to let the proprietor know why the police were outside his pub—and to assure him that we weren't being arrested and were in fact coming back the next night's gig. Toby revved the engine, which made its customary struggling effort to start, and hit the AC. In the mirror, I saw his expression: a resigned look that was half exasperation and half exhaustion. "You know, you're one of the most blessedly, incredibly gullible people I've ever met," he said wearily. "And I say that with all the love in the world. You have no idea if that girl was telling the truth. And you just gave her a bunch of money and your phone number."

Rory sat there, hand sticky, cock still hard and unsatisfied as he listened to Harvey bring his breathing under control. ────୨ৎ──── “Gotten to him already?” Toby asked, collapsing beside Christy, who was texting on her phone. “Nope…”