Tobias Eaton Novels & Stories

“Why you seem so calm after you hear that, Toby?” Tobias sighed, “I may seem like a heartless person to you, but there’s nothing I can do, I cant cast white magic, remember?” he said while munching the mash potatoes slowly, “besides, being panic and sympathetic won't help the patients to recover, so I was just being realistic and will help with what I can do best.” “And what is that?” the younger priest asked. “Cooking the food for them!” Tobias answered confidently, “they still need food, the Archbishop needs his food also, and I can’t cook food if I don't have enough energy!”

he says, gesturing to an empty seat between Kevin and an older omega named Will. Tobias blinks. “I… sit here?” Elias chuckles. “Unless you’d rather eat standing.” Carefully, he takes the seat, eyes darting from one face to another. The table bursts back into conversation. Someone passes him a basket of bread, another a bowl of stew. He takes them like they’re holy relics. I watch him from across the table. Every gesture, every smile, seems to catch him off guard. When Kevin claps him on the shoulder and offers a second helping, Tobias almost flinches.

“You ought to truly conversation to whoever handles your PR. The entirety ‘world-ending cabal’ thing kind of falls brief when no one knows who’s in charge.” Cassius chuckles, his voice dribbling with condescension. “You certainly have a mouth on you, don’t you, Nyx?” he inquires, taking to begin with one, and at that point two steps toward me, slipping from the dais with an expression that looks like the cat that ate the canary. “Tobias did continuously say you were vivacious. I think I’m beginning to get it fair how much.” He jerks his chin at Tobias. “You’ve kept us waiting.” “I was held up,” Tobias says in a tone that sounds nearly purposely level. “I had to head them off at the pass.”

It’s not as if I can stick my hand down my pants and rearrange myself. Fuck when did my Tatey-Baby become such a goddess? And, when did I start having sexual fantasies about her? Wrong. So damn wrong! “I might drop in and see her during lunch.” Tobias says, his face blushing which is kinda cute, it clashes with his copper hair. I wish Tammy would give him a chance because Tobias is one of life’s really nice guys. He’s polite, considerate, has a heart of gold, a wicked sense of humor and is just an all-round great guy. She could do worse.

Lance dismissed everyone from the room. Only Lance and Tobias were left in the room. He looked at Tobias and said, “What’s the matter? You can talk now.” “Sir, it’s about…” Tobias approached Lance and whispered, “Do you still remember last time…” While speaking, Tobias secretly accumulated his whole body’s True Energy into his palm behind his body. Then, he suddenly thrust his palm into Lance’s chest. Tobias was an eighth-ranked grandmaster.

And now, her most trusted maid was cracking under pressure. She needed to get out of this—fast. The door swung open suddenly. Everyone turned. Tobias strode in, his presence filling the room like a dark cloud. Tall. Broad. Unshakable. The enforcer of the High Council. Kieran’s jaw clenched. He had never feared many men, but Tobias was not just any man. His reputation was brutal, and his rank alone made him untouchable. “I apologize for interrupting,” Tobias said, his voice deep and steady. His gaze swept the room, landing on Izzy. “I just came to check on Izzy. I heard some… concerning things.”

"Ms. White, don't you know what your boyfriend does?" "I was too embarrassed to ask. Please tell me so I don't have to ask him," answered Shannon. Chelsey then revealed, "Tobias is the president of Civi, the world's largest luxury goods company. I collaborated with them before and even designed a necklace for him."

They want to keep our people, especially the children and Omegas safe from harm when war comes. “Tobias doesn’t want to come,” Damien groans. “Something about being fat and out of shape. I told him he is still handsome but he just keeps complaining that he will never get his body back.” “It takes time and now that you both have been cleared to get back to training, he’ll be his usual buff self in no time,” I reply. “I feel like a cow,” Tobias complains. He is adorable, but he can’t see that, only that his body isn’t what he is used to it being.

“Good morning, Lena.” The man named Tobias said, placing his big arms on the arm rest of his black leather chair. He leaned back, making his pot belly protrude. He was a short man, brown skin with an air of importance around him. “Good morning.” I said, taking a seat without being asked. Tobias shrugged and glanced at the paper on his desk before turning to me. “Your aunt said you arrived yesterday and in fact your accent confirms that. It hasn’t changed at all”

“I’ll be back.” I headed back to the office. Tobias was seated with his elbows on his knees, staring at the floor. He looked up when I walked in. I tossed him the second hoodie. “Here” “Thanks,” he said, wearing it quietly. “How is she?” I couldn’t help but ask. “She's very beautiful,” Tobias started. “Her long red hair is past her waist level, and her green eyes are finer than yours.” He boasted. I laughed, “That's good then, I'm happy she grew up well.”