Novel & Cerita Tobias Gregson

Blood is still running down my arm and the wound is healing really slowly. "have no idea! Where is Grayson!" I ask when I see Tobia's eyes glance over for a moment before he starts to laugh out loud. looking at him puzzled when he stops and turns his head to look at me. "He ran into some problems!" he says when I hear a roar and Tobias starts to laugh again. What is going on?

She could feel it crawling under her skin. *** Hunter Groves leaned on the upper railing, a glass of dark scotch in hand. He was having a conversation with Gabriel, the club’s manager and an old friend from darker days. “I want a full sweep done on anyone Geret’s spoken to,” Hunter was saying. “Tobias found encrypted audio in Ziko’s drive. He was giving details about the logistics operation.” Gabriel cursed. “Fucking Geret. He's getting desperate. This isn’t his style — he’s provoking you. He wants you to move."

Greyson “Oh, yes, Sir, I’m flexible. I take yoga classes. It really helps with my flexibility.” She ran an unnervingly long red talon up her smooth, orange leg, thrusting her cosmetically enhanced tits out and continued waffling about yoga. It’s not what I had in mind when I asked if she was flexible after explaining the position involved occasional travel. Ever since I agreed to that damn interview for a vacuous gossip rag, money grabbing harlots like the one toying with her scrawny legs in my office plagued my life. I should have guessed they'd infiltrate my professional life when Mabel announced her intention to retire. And I should've known better than to mention my deep craving for a re

Tucker remained silent as he was not going to argue with the king about his wife. There was a long and uncomfortable silence until Tucker spoke again, this time he spoke only to Gregory: “Your Majesty, we found six Trobetians in the woods at noon.” Gregory violently smashed his right fist against the table. Trobetians were people from the Trobet Kingdom. I knew almost nothing about them, the same way I did not know anything about Dranda before I came here, so I had no idea why Gregory was mad about finding Trobetians in the forest.

“He works for a small business magazine in Atlanta now.” “Alive and well?” “Very much so. Tobias is making up stories to make me sound like some kind of corporate assassin.” “But there was something about Singapore?” Killian's jaw tightened slightly. “Morrison investigated some of my early acquisition strategies. Found some gray areas that looked suspicious to someone who didn't understand the full context.” “What kind of gray areas?” “The legal kind. Aggressive but completely above board.” He finally looked at me. “Tobias is desperate, Emer, you understand that right? And desperate people say anything they think might cause damage.”

Gedoni sprang up, “I SAID NO! I am the leader of this coup and I get to decide on who lives and who dies and for now, Cyrus is still of value to me so he is to be left alone. Until I say so.” Tobias threw his head backward and laughed so hard. He had this signature laughter that was easily recognizable by anyone who had heard it before. It wasn’t recognizable because of the humor it held but rather, the laugh could easily be spotted because of the element of danger that it carried with it. Tobias wasn’t a man that anyone would want to get into a fight with, he was ruthless with people’s lives, humans, or werewolves. “Did you just call yourself the leader?” Tobias challenged Gedoni.

Straightening her shoulders, she passed him a polite smile and responded, “Yes, I am Colleen. Who's asking?" He chuckled, noticing how defensive she immediately became. “Hol’ up. I’m not here to nobble you. You might want to ease on me a little.” He extended his arms. “My name is Tobias. Tobias McGrith. But you can call me Toby. Frankly speaking, do call me Toby. I have got a history of only hearing my full name called out when I commit a crime.” Colleen laughed, feeling at ease as she put her hand in his. “I am a participant of DESC and, by all indications, we are going to be project partners.”

Adrian turned to Wallace, hoping the latter might have some insights. However, to his surprise, Wallace's expression was gloomy. He could also sense hurt and caution in Wallace’s demeanor. Did this imply that there was something wrong with this man before them? "Why have you gone out of your way to welcome me?" Adrian asked bluntly. "Well... You've made remarkable contributions in Obscura, and I'm not only the governor of Cras Island but also an ordinary citizen of Silverboa. I hold great respect for you!" the man answered. "Let me introduce myself. I am Thobias, Thobias Remington."

“Sorry. No offense. You don’t look seventeen and eighteen is all I meant by that. Which is a good thing. You don’t have to suffer the cons of old age so soon. Me? I’m debating whether to ask Toby to convert me into a robot or not. Everyone thinks they would want immortality until they’re actually faced with the choice.” Did he just say…? This time, Beau did stop, his legs stilling just before the entrance. “Hold up. Toby? As in…” Garrett nodded enthusiastically, his spikes flopping a bit. “Tobias Irons. Yup! Biggest name around and my best friend. You could say I’m pretty famous myself.” The lycan never considered himself to be lucky, especially when he was younger, a time when he was desper

"Do you have any siblings?" "I have two brothers. They are younger than me," he looks me over. "They both play hockey, and I believe they attend the same college as you. Their names are Mark and Jake. We don't have the same surname since we don't have the same father." "Oh, did you use to play hockey too?" It would make sense since Tobias is HUGE and perfectly muscular. He even has those v-lines that just are to die for... "No, but some people think I'm into sports lately," Tobias breathes a laugh and picks up a triangle-shaped sandwich. "After the divorce, I felt... ugly, and like I wasn't enough. And so my two younger brothers helped me work out and build this body."