Toby Domzalski Novels & Stories

" Toby worked at a nearby farm and did not have much time to hang out due to his busy schedule. However, Sunny was grateful that Toby was willing to spend some time with her before he had to leave for work. Toby and Sunny took a walk on the hiking trail by PrettyBoy Dam. They enjoyed the scenic views of the dam and the surrounding nature. As they walked, Toby shared stories about his work at the farm, and Sunny listened attentively, fascinated by his experiences. Toby then started talking about Sunny's encounter with spirits, and she cut him off since she didn't want to dwell on that topic. Instead, she changed the subject to something lighter, like her upcoming plans for the summer and fall

It didn’t fight the cliffside; it grew out of it, a transparent lung breathing in the salt air. I ran my hand along the railing—smooth, cool steel. There were no hidden compartments here. No biometric scanners disguised as brass plates. Everything was visible. Everything was open. “You’re doing that thing again,” a voice said from the doorway. I turned and smiled. Toby was leaning against the frame, a mug of coffee in each hand. He was broader now, his skin bronzed by years of working as a lead instructor at the coastal conservancy he’d helped found. The frantic, jagged energy of the boy who had climbed a mountain with a hunting knife had settled into a deep, quiet strength.

Tate turned to Toby and uttered, “You’re my Gamma, minister. You’re bound to stand with your Alpha.” Toby smirked as everyone started chuckling and he rebutted, “Unless you stand against the queen, in which case, you’re on your own. The most humiliating thing to have written on my tombstone would be ‘slaughtered by a five feet creature’.” Christian snorted and started chuckling, so did Weaver. For some reason, Xandar had the urge to correct Toby, “Lucy is actually five-foot three after being marked, Toby.” This made Christian laugh even louder.

The blindfold made every contraction feel impossibly stronger, her senses overwhelmed by the feeling of being completely owned and used. Damon groaned loudly, his own release building rapidly as he buried himself as deep as possible inside her spasming cunt. “Take it all,” he moaned, his voice strained with pleasure. “Feel me filling you up again… fuck yesss.” With a deep, guttural roar, he exploded inside her, flooding her womb with thick, hot ropes of cum, pumping load after load deep into her greedy pussy while her walls continued to milk him dry. He stayed buried deep, both of them panting and trembling in the aftershocks, his hand still loosely around her throat and the blindfold still

Without even the company of a dozen cats, since cats seem to hate me, which somehow makes my situation even more pathetic. "Hello, hello." A cheery voice calls, quickly followed by a familiar blonde head of hair and pair of piercing blue eyes peering around our door. Damien Cross, one of our best friends, holds up a white paper bag that's straining under the weight of its contents. "We brought beer and Chinese, if you provide the TV." He strolls in and drags the small table from the corner to between our beds, before dropping down on Gale's bed next to me. The final two members of our friendship group, Emery Jessop and Ollie Brown follow him through the door and stretch out side by side on m

"You know I already know what's going on. I've been helping you get unserious but this needs to stop. You are putting my reputation on the line." "I'm sorry." "That is all I ever hear. Listen, I don't need to tell you I'm being paid well for this. Please don't ruin my work. I have my future planned out." Boma was silent. "And it's a very bright future. I wish you will be willing to share it with me." "I am married." "To a cultist. See how scary he can get when he means business, right?" "I'm not a dyke either." Boma deliberately ignored the reference to Donovan's rough side.

he gestured for her to step out. “Aislen!” Toby cried out in protest fighting free of the nurses and catching hold of the poles, shaking the door of his cage. “We should just get into the car and go. Aislen. Help me! Th… Thay… Thay… Aislen!” One of the nurses stabbed a needle into his exposed arse cheek, and his eyes fluttered as he sagged to the floor. “Aislen. Thay. Gul.” “F-king pain in the arse,” Sparrow looked down at him with a frown. “Toby’s father is an influential contributor to our mission. When he finds out that his son has been infected with whatever this f-king virus is, he’ll be crushed.”

I hated that boat so much. “Mr. Westbrook.” I looked up to see Toby, Leo's personal assistant, waiting for us on the docks. I was so busy trying to sink the Speed Demon with my eyes that I hadn't even noticed him. It didn't help that Toby, with his short, pudgy stature, floppy brown hair, and unassuming posture was easy to overlook. “Toby? What are you doing here?” Leo asked, cutting power to the engine and tossing him a rope. I had gone on enough boat outings to know how to help tie up, so I grabbed a rope and assisted.

he paused with a small smile. “You told who?” I ask. “Umbra,” he responds shortly. “He said his name was Umbra.” “After the game, he’d give me bread. Enough bread, I wouldn’t have to starve anymore. That’s what he said,” Toby explains. “You came here because you were promised bread?” I ask, and he nods. I stand there without knowing the next words to say or how to explain the situation. “Welcome, fighters,” the digital voice echoes.