Tobias And Tris Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The thought of the impending confrontation with Alaric, the leader of rogue lycans, knowing that reasoning might be futile and that it would likely culminate in a life-or-death battle between them, caused a surge of emotions to swirl in his chest, tightening his gut with apprehension. Tobias looked forward to the task with a mix of determination and fear. He knew that he had to get rid of Alaric as Landlord and put Caleb back in his place. The title should have been given to his cousin, not the leader of rogue lycans, and he was determined to make things right. He was ready to use all of his power and influence to make things right and give Caleb back what was truly his. "Is there anything I

With that overgrown beard, over-tanned skin, and that ridiculous worn-out leather jacket. Tobias makes a diamond shape with his fingers and peers at me through it with one eye. “Oh, I see it now. You are Bobo the clown? Or is it Molly the clown, since you are a girl?” Tobias snickers. “And what are you? A scarecrow?” I say as I push my way past him. I can hear him laughing from behind me. I wish I could shift so that I can drag his bum ass along the riverside. “Why are you angry, sweetheart? I like clowns, actually. It’s a compliment. By the way, your mascara is running, your teeth have lipstick stains, and your wig is crooked…unless it’s all in the name of the fabulous costume,” he bawks at

The Organization provided his temporary office; they coordinated with him and asked for his help with this case. While driving, he passed by a bar. He stopped his vehicle for a moment; fortunately, he found a parking space. "It's been a long day, I think... I need a drink," Tris muttered softly. The ambiance of the bar was very relaxing; that's what Tris noticed earlier while entering the said bar. It wasn't too noisy, and it looked safe here. There were security personnel on guard and even CCTV cameras. "SN THIRST"—the bar's name. And that caught his attention. He was curious about the name of the bar; whoever thought of this business name was very clever.

“Come on let a girl live through your eyes since I have no love life and babe why are you walking funny? You're a she wolf, sex can't break you no matter how wild your mate is.” I scoff “Cassain is a Tribid…with lots of magic at his disposal, thanks to you,he cast a spell that's to last for six hours so I can't heal, not even Aretha can help me and he didn't go easy on me.” She rolls her eyes “Of course I know he cornered you in the bathroom,the whole world probably heard your screams of pleasure…I'm so jealous of you. You get all that dick at your disposal..tsk..you lucky bitch.”

Five years of distance, discipline, and control evaporated the moment she whispered my name. “Uncle Zahar…” A whisper that lived in my veins long after she stopped saying it. “Earth to Zahar?” Gabe said suddenly, snapping me back. “You’re zoning out like hell, man.” I cleared my throat and pulled my arm subtly, trying to free it from Trixie’s hold without making it obvious. “Just tired. The flight was long.” Lies. I was exhausted, yes—but not from the flight. From her. Trixie tugged my arm back immediately, hugging it like a damn plush toy and leaning her cheek on my shoulder again. “You didn’t eat the borscht,” she said softly, sounding wounded.

“Tobias, welcome. Please sit. I'm so sorry for calling you back here after yesterday. I just remembered that I had to ask you something urgently.” He sat down across from me and smiled at Lana who seemed to have taken interest in his face. “She’s really beautiful. You have a lovely daughter.” Lana smiled when I looked at her. “Do you like kids, Tobias?” “Of course, I have a kid of my own.” I'd completely forgotten about that. “So you would have definitely had another if your wife didn't go missing?” He laughed. ”She wasn't my wife. She was my girlfriend and yes, I wouldn't have minded another child.”

Completely ignoring the girl crying in the dirt. “Gunner, are you sure about this?” I asked still looking at Zoe. He pulled me around and into his arms. He crouched down to look into my eyes and cupped my face. “She tried to hurt you, she’s lucky I didn’t kill her” he kissed my lips and wrapped his arms around my shoulders bringing me into his chest. Someone clearing their throat behind me broke our hug. I turned to see Tobias back in human form, wearing only a pair of blue basketball shorts. His shorts hung low on his hips, revealing that sculpted arrow. His dark skin made his eight pack and hairless chest more defined.

Gunner said as he placed his glass on the desk and sat upright. “Well uh…” I began but was cut off by Tobias. “I’ll take this one if you don’t mind?” he said placing his hand over mine. The notion didn’t go unnoticed by Gunner, his eyes zeroed in on our connected hands. “Alpha Gunner, I would like to join the Tri-Moon pack” Tobias blurted out. No delaying, no dancing around the subject and no easing into it. I nearly swallowed my tongue and my eyes just about burst out of my head as I whipped around to face Tobias.

I whisper, panting. “Liar. You don't want to want me, spitfire. You're so desperate for me to fuck you right now. I can smell it. Your skin is burning beneath my touch.” He presses a light kiss on my lips, and I'm ashamed to admit that I would have allowed him to kiss me deeper if the front door hadn't been yanked open. “Get away from my mummy!” Ryan growls, accompanied by a small sob. Tobias breaks away from me, descending the steps, and we glare at one another for what seems like a lifetime, before he straightens the knot on his tie and takes his leave without another word spoken, or a second glance in my direction.

"Us. The plan, if, and I mean this Trix. If you're going to behave, I won't share you this time." "W-What?" Is he being serious? I want to smile and relax a little, but I feel like he will hit me with something even worse when I do. "Yes. I was thinking if you behave, keep me happy, Trix. I won't share you. Only I will get you through Trix. Do you agree?" "Why wouldn't I?" Part of my worry was how many men he was going to sell me to when he felt I would behave. "Because that means, when you get a job Trix, you stay away from men. Completely. You don't talk to them; you don't tell them your name. You stay away."