Ticci Toby X Masky Novels & Stories

The one wearing the leather jacket with his camera hung over his neck, he leaned his back on his sleek black motorbike, bowing his curly hair low she could feel all confidence of delivering the message slowly dissipate into thin air. "Miss Benny,” he raised his head up, acknowledging her with a small smile to which she reciprocated. "Toby," she called out, walking closer to him, "I'm sorry but..umm, Yara isn't ready to see you." She said, giving him an apologetic smile. Toby shrugged, morphing his pink lips which had the deep shade of brown lined under it into a pout making him look cuter than he already was, "okay."

Sebastian I have everything arranged according to my plans. I chose a Volto mask to wear at the party. It is decorated with beautiful lace and jeweled gold accents expertly placed on a white canvas. This mask is guaranteed to cover my entire face. I needed to take extra precautions as I couldn't risk someone recognizing me. I decided to complete my outfit with a black Tom Ford Tuxedo and a pair of lace-up Lou Vuitton dress shoes. I call Simon and make sure everything is in order for the party. Then I carefully chose each guest so the list would be exclusive and the party won't be overcrowded.

As happy for my friends as I am, I can’t help but envy what they have. Wyatt is 6’2” with soft, very light caramel skin, and piercing blue eyes that are hidden by full-black contacts. The contacts, paired with his prominent eyebrow bones covered in thick eyebrows, make his eyes look like two black holes. His cheekbones and jawline rival Derrick’s and look even more pronounced with his smouldering black eyeliner and bright ruby-red lipstick. He has shoulder-length blonde frizzed curly hair with dark roots – courtesy of his Zimbabwean mother – and is toned from top to bottom. Wyatt identifies as male but lives for androgyny. He loves dressing to reflect his mood and personality and not his gen

Despite that, I still force myself to confront him. “What are you doing, Tobias? Why are you wearing a mask?” I inquired. He just smirked and stayed in his direction. I just noticed how his eyes went down to my legs. My face blushed from how he showered me with his stare. “Do I need to explain it to you?” Tobias inquired, still in his playful smirk. “Of course. I deserve an explanation after you kissed me. You've almost pushed me to attack you if I didn't know it was you. I…I thought you were an intruder.”

Javed whispered. “Stay in the restroom. Do not go back to the table. I am on my way.” The line went dead. Twenty minutes later, Javed was standing just inside the restaurant lobby when the heavy glass doors flew open. Martin stormed in like an avenging dark angel. He was still wearing his dress trousers, but he’d thrown on a sleek black leather jacket that made him look impossibly large and intimidating. His face was a mask of pure, murderous rage. Before Javed could even speak, Martin caught sight of Adrian, who had wandered out to the lobby looking for his date.

Toby followed moments later, burying himself deep and growling as he filled Micah’s ass. There's no way, right? There's no way Toby is Ghostface guy.

“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.”

The air carried the faint bite of expensive cologne, cigarette smoke, and the sweet tang of spilled liquor. Inside, the club was alive, crowds moving like a restless tide under strobe lights, the DJ’s deep beat lacing through the laughter, shouts, and clink of glasses. Bartenders worked in a blur, sliding shot glasses down the counter, while women in sequined dresses danced on elevated platforms, hair swinging like golden whips in the light. Jerry was waiting near the roped-off section, a glass in hand, grin wide enough to be seen across the room. “Alex! My man!” Jerry pulled him into a hug that reeked of whiskey and good times. “About time you showed up.”

He slowly raised his head, took off one of the cucumber slices and stared at me quietly. I didn't even know if to laugh or frown on how ridiculous he looked with that facial mask on. “No, I haven't seen her in my life.” He replied softly and lay back down, placing the slice of cucumber right back over his eyes. “Huh? You swine!” I yelled. T. B. C!!

she muttered and attached the elastic rope to her thighs straps, then she gummed the other end to the window edges before wearing her black mask. Tiger took off his suit, got his ropes and attached it too, then he threw a gum in his mouth. "The hunt starts...."Toyota smirked through the mask. "Now, baby" Tiger smiled like a baddie, and at once... They jumped down the window together.