Tobi Novels & Stories

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.

Bradley's voice was so broken that I could feel it tugging at my heart strings while my wolf was howling in delight at the prospect of mating with Blake when we got the hell out of here so she was as good as useless right now. "I promise. Now tell me. What's their name?" I asked quickly. "Ni-Nicole Sto-tone."

His compliment stirred something within Jane, a longing for him to see her as more than just a friend. Walking back home from school one day, they encountered Toby, Mrs. Ellis' aged golden retriever. Known for his friendly nature and love for children, Toby was a beloved figure around town. Inspired by the friendly creature's warm demeanor, Mike suggested Jane paint a portrait of Toby. Intrigued, Jane spent the following days sketching and painting Toby's expressive eyes and golden fur.

Venn turned to Lily and whispered, "That tornado wasn't yours to make, Lily." Lily nodded, she knew she didn't have the talent to do such a thing. And Amity turned to her master again, her eyes filled with worry. Because a person who created such a large tornado from the sky must have a tremendous amount of power. In this whole wolf kingdom, it could only be him and the wolf king – Elias' father. "Unexpected, right?" Douglas looked at Elias sarcastically at his shock. Lily pointed to the sky, stammering, “ Have… you made it?”

The four of us stand up when five extremely large men walk in. “I am Kaden, and this is my cousin Alek. These two here are Brent and Lance.” I say. “Hey, I am Curtis, and this is Venom,” Curtis says. “I am Quade, and this is Zion. I am assuming you know Chaos.” Quade states.

Irk (Russian Mafia Boss) With the allied agreement between the De Leones and myself I've started to make more headway with le acceptance of my relationship with Tanner. The only issue is since I've been here, I've been spending lot more time with the most delicious of Russian men other then my Tanner, Damien is as skilled with a omputer as he is with a gun and to watch him take target practice is one of the hottest thing l've seen. “If you keep drooling, he's going to think you have the rabies" Tanner says from behind me.

he continued with a gentle tone and slight bow. I sat at the edge of my bed and rested my hand on my knees. He wasn't wrong, it was his job to support and advice me. Feeling frustrated about his take on Lena felt somewhat selfish but he couldn't understand what I was feeling inside, what I wanted them to see even if they were going to stand against it. “She comes from a pack we've been fighting for generations. Alpha Dominic is literally the alpha of her pack. You know how crooked he is, he hates you”

He saw them as property to be used as he pleased. As I looked for my shoes, Mr. Peabody appeared quietly. He looked so handsome to me. Dark skin that was smooth over his entire body. His beard was neatly trimmed and his hair was cut just right to fit the shape of his head. I love that he keeps himself in tip top shape as I do. He has been a good companion for me. I’m truly grateful for him. “Yes Ms. McBride,” he stood with his arms folded behind him, holding a tablet for any of my unexpected requests.

She turned and saw him emerging from behind a black velvet curtain. Tobi stood at least six feet tall, his frame lean but muscular beneath a tight black t-shirt that stretched across his chest. Sleeves of ink covered both arms, a tapestry of Japanese waves on one side, mythological creatures on the other. His dark hair was tousled as if he’d been running his fingers through it, and a day’s worth of stubble shadowed his strong jawline. But it was his eyes that caught her, piercing blue, the color of glacial ice, framed by surprisingly long lashes. They studied her with an intensity that made her breath catch.

"He’s a Lionel. They don't love things. They collect them. And when they get bored, they throw them away. How long until he finds a new boy to dress up? How long until you aren't enough for him?" "You don't know him," I whispered. "I know his kind," Tobi said. He stepped closer, his shadow falling over me. "I’m the only one who knows the real you. The boy who didn't need silk to be someone. If you choose that door on the right, you’re choosing to stay a pet. If you choose the left, you’re free. But he stays here with me." "What will you do to him?" I asked. "I’ll turn him over to the people who want him dead," Tobi said simply.