Tobias Eaton Novels & Stories

He seemed familiar to Tobias. Neil spoke firmly, crossing his arms. "Mr. Chambers, is there something on my face? You seem to be looking at me." "Oh, no, no!" Tobias quickly put on a fawning smile. "I was just thinking... You look remarkably familiar. Have we met before? Oh yes, you resemble a famous actor!" "Really?" Neil deepened his voice with a clear tone. "Do you think I might be even taller and more good-looking than that actor?" "Absolutely! You are," Tobias quickly agreed.

Although the Eatons were a family of B-listers, they hailed from the capital, which meant that their power and influence could easily surpass any of the elite families here in Drunham City. There was no way that he, a mere civil servant, could risk offending someone like Theodore Eaton! The assistant noticed how ashen-face Felix looked and knew better than to intrude, so she closed the door behind her and left. Felix picked up his documents about to resume his work, but after some consideration, he decided to call Liam instead. The moment the call went through, he said with a simpering smile, "Mr. Cole, I just wanted to let you know that Mr. Eaton, Mr. Theodore Eaton, came to see me at my of

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.”

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.

“But I can’t do it myself. She’s not strong enough to know what I’m planning. Not now. I don't know how to do what I want to do.” Tobias gave me a look that made my spine tingle. “Don’t worry,” he said with a small, cryptic smile. “I’ll handle it.” “Handle it?” I blinked. “What does that mean?” “I know a guy.” A cold laugh escaped me. “What are you, mafia-lite?” He shrugged, still smiling. That smile did something to me...it scared me and thrilled me at the same time. “Do you have a picture of this Samson guy?” he asked.

Jeez. “I’m Tobias, you must be Meadow,” he said, smiling. Damn he was dangerously handsome. Black hair, straight jaw, nearly gray eyes and bright white teeth. Full on Greek god lady killer. How did my friends miss this one? Hard to imagine. “I must be,” I said, turning away and looking back at the water. “Under different circumstances I’d totally ask you out, and likely get my ego bruised when you said no,” he laughed. I smiled, was he seriously flirting with me?