Tobi Romane & Geschichten

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 who 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.

“This is a new coat!” I barely held back an eye-roll. “Tyce,” I said patiently. “Are you even planning to walk out in your human form anyway?” His mouth opened, then shut. “We can’t just stroll out of here like we’re not enemy number one to these people. I think your coat’s a loss either way.” “It’s a Canada Goose!” he whined. Gigi let out a weak snort. “Well, now it’s a Canada Moose Shit.” “Fine,” he grumbled, rolling his shoulders back like he was mentally preparing for war.

Tati says and I nod my head, just thinking about everything and a migraine makes an appearance. I rub my forehead and lean back in my chair. “Wow!” Tati says and I look at her and she is scrolling through her phone. “Care to share? What has you all starry-eyed?” I ask her and she moves to sit closer to me. She hands me her phone, and it’s a social media page. It has hundreds, maybe even thousands, of pictures and videos. The most recent ones are of her in Dubai. She is in the clear blue waters playing with two very large Siberian Tigers. She is laughing and splashing with them both. Bloody hell.

I had gone on enough boat outings to know how to help tie up, so I grabbed a rope and assisted. “I'm very sorry, sir, but there's a matter that needs your attention.” Toby fidgeted slightly, pulling at his dress collar. He was wearing dark blue suit slacks and I could see the matching suit jacket hanging off a bench. Unfortunately, I could also see a very large white bird poop squarely on the arm of the dark jacket. “What do you mean, Toby?” Leo asked, confused. “Is this about the new phone app?” “No, sir,” Toby said slowly. His brown eyes skittered over to me and then back to his boss. “It's about the other thing.”

We made our way further towards the trap when we heard a voice, it was a female voice and mind you it was the most beautiful voice I've heard, even in her scared state....she started blabbing about how she doesn't taste sweet or how the gods won't accept her flesh, the most funny one was her sayings no one will buy her organs as they won't work without her, she thought we were carnivores, she must have really been scared, my parents and sister fell into a fit of laughter but I just managed a smile, the soul must have been scared and I was the one

A wide wraparound porch stretched the width of the front, and a small turret capped with a pointed roof rose from the side shaped, unmistakably, like a witch’s hat. This was Moira’s house? My jaw dropped. “I guess this is your Aunt Moira’s place then,” Tobi said casually, climbing out and heading for the boot. I followed, still in awe. “I could’ve gotten those, you know,” I said, reaching for my suitcase. “I know,” he said, flashing that same smile that made my stomach flutter. “But I like taking care of you.” Possessed by something bold, I stepped closer to him close enough to feel the warmth radiating off his skin.

right in front of the former Luna of the Blackwood pack. A dark, incredibly obvious flush rapidly crept up Toby’s heavily scarred neck, completely ruining his terrifying, lethal reputation. He instinctively tried to scramble to his feet to bow, but the two sleeping toddlers anchoring his arms to the floor made the tactical maneuver completely impossible. He was trapped.

“So, what is he?” Georgia’s voice jolted her from her musings as she stared into the fire and her eyes snapped to hers with a raised brow. Her mug of hot chocolate abandoned on the coffee table still half full. Georgia was full of questions and curiosity but had kept it reserved for her sake as she listened to her story. “The boy?” She questioned further. “Isn’t it obvious?” Adelaide questioned her back with a frown. “He’s a High Alpha.”

I’d be lying if I said it didn’t give me a bit of an inferiority complex. It wasn’t just me, though. Tobi didn’t like anyone, except Kim and, oddly enough, Devin. From the moment she met him, she’d curled right up to him, purring like he was her long-lost owner. It was ridiculous. But then again, Devin had that effect on females of all species. I’d roll my eyes, but it was absolutely true.

My name's Elizabeth Morgan, I'm 17 and a senior at Hillside High. If you didn't catch on, I live in this town called Hillside. We have lots of hills, and it's the most boring place I've ever lived. I don't recommend it to anyone. Anyways, back to the important stuff and the real reason why you're reading this. At my school, there's this one boy who is commonly known as the fuckboy. He's slept with every girl in our grade besides four of us. Those lucky four being myself, my best friend Ellie, and two other girls you'll probably hear about later.