Novel & Cerita Tobias X Ocho

Xander slammed his fist on the table so hard that the bottles and glass almost fell on the floor. “Get away from them, Toby, or else I’ll let your family take care of it.” He warns. Xander is well aware of how strict Toby’s family is. Toby is their golden boy, a miracle baby. It's not a secret among the wealthy family that Stephanie Moore, Toby's mother, had suffered 6 miscarriages before having Toby. It's normal that only a woman from an affluent family can be married to him.

“I’m Oscar. A friend of Tobias’.” I stood up slowly, brushing off my jeans. The name sounded vaguely familiar, but Tobi had never mentioned him before not to me, anyway. “Tobi’s never said anything about you,” I replied, my tone suspicious but softened by the slight sway in my step. “I’m an old friend of the family,” he said easily, hands raised in a non-threatening gesture. “Just passing through town. Had a drink with him the other night. What are you doing out here all alone?”

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.

I feel like I can’t breathe until they’re on me again, but then everything comes back into focus. Zahra is standing at the top of the stairs, wearing an oversized T-shirt and shorts. Xander is behind her, looking like someone has just detonated a bomb in the middle of his carefully ordered world. Tobias is standing a few paces in front of me, vibrating and shaking with fury, black hair sprouting from his arms and legs. He’s going to shift any second. And Max. Max is standing in front of Tobias, looking angry and hurt, and I think it was him who yelled.

His lips curled into a lopsided grin. Parker brought plates for the four of us, “Well, my name is Tobias, but you already know that. I’m twenty-eight years old. I was born and raised on the west coast. My mate’s name is Emmalynn. I have no living family,” he paused for a brief second before continuing, "There really isn't much you'd need to know about me outside of that. I'm a pretty average guy." The information he was giving was pretty vague. “What was the name of your previous pack?”

- C XOXO 📝 Caleb Draven

Tobias "Taro Myers. Black and purple Masquerade mask. Black tux. Talk to him. He will tell you everything you need to know. Tobias I'll never stop loving you." There he was, just like she said. Black tuxedo. Black and purple masquerade mask. He was just standing there, with a glass of champagne in his hand and the other hand in his pocket. He fitted in this crowd like the missing puzzle piece, if she never told me he was here I would have never known. And now he's here, right in front of me after all these years.