Tobias Eaton Novels & Stories

Ethan huffed, obviously annoyed. “No problem.” Tobias shrugged. “Let’s go.” Tobias led everyone down a path in the maze, with Ethan falling to the far back. It was as clear as day that Ethan wasn’t happy with the way this trial was turning out. I, on the other hand, was completely satisfied with everything. I had been worried about Ethan failing, but Tobias did me a huge favor. “Do you think I could convince Tobias to join my pack?” Daxton chuckled. “Not likely.” I shook my head. “He wants to reclaim Stark Growlers as it once belonged to his family.”

Tobias interjected, clapping his hands together "let's eat" He turned to the oven, pulling out a tray of roasted chicken, its aroma filling the kitchen. Tobias handed me a plate piled high with chicken and coleslaw before serving himself a heaping portion of pancakes, baked beans,and eggs, I took a seat and settled into the dining table, watching as he took a seat opposite me.

Because judging by the others, some of them have no problem understanding what the guy said. Thankfully, he seems to realise that Molly and she was struggling and switches to English..“Good evening, ladies. Lovely to meet you. I’m Tobias, a House Corbin assistant. Or perhaps, for our Americans . . . a bitch?” He snaps his fingers with a swirl of his head, a perfect approximation of classic Damon Wayans comedy. Monica blinks, surprised at his assessment. Clay and Monica have jokingly called ourselves Nora’s bitches, but not in front of other people. However, considering slang is a tricky part of language, she inclined to give Tobias the

I wave my arms around, “with my fated mate who I can't get out of my head. I feel the pull every second of every day. But what does that say about me? How can I just forget about Jonda and pursue my mate?” Tobias shakes his head, and the same condescending smirk as before takes over his face. “You wouldn’t be forgetting about Jonda by claiming your mate, you would be accepting your fate and I don’t see Jonda hating you for that.” He looks at me and I stare back at him, Tobias really can be a shit but underneath all that boisterous sarcasm, he was loyal and a friend. No matter how much he liked to rile people up, he was someone you could count on.

The tension was still there but quieter. Tobias appeared in the kitchen doorway while I was making a sandwich and leaned against the frame with his usual easy energy like there wasn't a lockdown happening or an operative in the outer building or any of the rest of it. "How are you holding up?" he asked. "Fine," I said. "You?" "I thrive in chaos." He came in and helped himself to coffee without asking. "Chaos and I have an understanding." I looked at him sideways. "Have you spoken to Zaden today?"

I took another swig from my beer. “What, are you just gonna bump someone out of their appointment and give it to her?” “Damn right.” I grinned. Tobias grabbed the bottle of lighter fluid that always sat in the cupholder of his chair and squirted it over the sticks piled high in the firepit. Once he lit the sucker, a wide smile stretched across his face as he watched the flames dance. “You’re such a pyro.” I shook my head. “I’ve been called worse.” He doused the fire with a few more squirts, sending the flames higher. “So, what’s going on with Fane and her ex, that asshat Brooks?” he asked, making his way to his chair.

“I don’t think we have had the pleasure of meeting before. I’m Matty, Ryans’ coach.” Tobias leaves Matty hanging, “not that it is any of your business, but I’m Tobias Landry. Keris’ husband and the twins' father.” He replies with a slight snarl riding his words. I bite down on my molars, discreetly elbowing Tobias in the ribs as I plaster on a fake smile when Mattys' gaze finds mine. “I… I thought you were divorced, and the twins' father was a deadbeat.” His brows furrow as he looks at me with disgust, like I lied to him.

“Yeah, I mean, I never considered you as someone who will take part in that. I guess I made a wrong impression of you.” I would admit, seeing Tobias for the first time, I wouldn’t deny how fit he looked and it wasn’t a surprise that he’d once been in the military. With his broad shoulders and lean figure, his carved biceps bulging out of his shirt and his well-defined chests that were protruding, I would say he was the type of man who girls would swoon over. It was no wonder why he was being a little flirtatious; having the physique of a god and a face of an angel, even I would have some confidence to flirt with any girl I wanted.

Pearl asks confusedly as Tobias gladly takes a bag of food from her, opening it, and plucking out a couple of fries. “Tobias! I swear on every star in the sky that I will castrate you and shave your precious ponytail if you don’t get that food out of my face,” Daya threatens. He stares at her wide-eyed, his jaw slack. I can see the half-eaten fries in his mouth. We all giggle knowing how much Tobias cares about his perfect, golden hair. 6 Hours Later

“The food here is excellent, and we are nearly finished with the contract details.” That's when Tobias reached our table. “Well, well,” he said, swaying slightly as he gripped the back of an empty chair. “If it isn't the happy couple.” The Harrison Technologies executives looked up with the kind of polite confusion that comes from witnessing someone else's family disaster. I could practically see them calculating whether this would affect their business deal. “Tobias,” Killian said, his voice flat as a winter stone. “You should go home.” “Home? Which home would that be? The one you bought? The one you stole from me?” Tobias's voice rose enough to turn heads at nearby tables. “Or maybe you me