Toby Pll Season 1 Novels & Stories

EMILIA I squint at the screen. “How bad is it?” “Really fucking bad,” Toby says flatly, his face grim on the laptop balanced across Liam’s knees. “They’re already planning to put him in the next game. That’s in two days.” “Two days?” I turn to Tessa, who’s half-buried under a blanket, an eye mask shoved up onto her forehead, remote in hand as she flips through channels. “Isn’t that too fast?”

Good. I went down to the garage. The smell of oil and rubber was familiar and comforting. Toby was already there, standing by the workbench, running his hand over the cold metal of the engine I was rebuilding. He looked small in the large, industrial space. I locked the door behind me and engaged the deadbolt. The sound echoed like a gunshot. Toby turned around. His eyes were dark. "Strip," I said. He didn't hesitate. He pulled the t-shirt over his head, tossing it onto the concrete floor. Then he kicked off his shoes and unbuttoned his jeans. He slid them down, along with his underwear, stepping out of them.

"I know all about you, Toby. He told me everything, right up to the day he came home to visit and our children were dead. The heating system had malfunctioned... they died of carbon monoxide poisoning. After that, he told me that he had lost heart. He was needed at Central Control too badly, and he felt like he'd failed me. He resented my infertility already, losing the kids was just one trauma too many. He went back... I saw him only one more time, when he came to do whatever it was he was sent to do, he never told me what that was. Then, he vanished." I dropped my head. "If you know everything... then you probably hate me, and you have every right. I killed your children." "No." I looked a

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.

He is barefoot, the cold floor probably feeling strange against his skin. He looks around the ring, deeply confused. He does not belong here. He looks at me softly, bowing his head. “Hi,” he says. I can tell he’s afraid; he looks like a breeze could knock him over. “My name is Toby.” “What’s… happening?” he asks. “I heard I’ll be in a game, and at the end of the game, I’ll get enough money to feed myself.” I stay mute, gawking at Toby with nothing to say. He’s staring back at me, still confused. He doesn’t know what he’s doing here, or the fact that he’d have to kill or die.

"Oh? It's interesting. Already, I didn't like his tone. "Don't begin," Darian cautioned. Innocently, Toby raised his hands. "I'm not going to start anything." then turned back to face me right away. "You really came from Taryn Reed, then?" I tensed up a little. "Yes." He gave a low whistle. "That man is a complete mess." I blinked. "Yes." Toby nodded as if we were in agreement about the weather. "I hope you get over that." I frowned. "Healing?" Darian looked at him.

“For three years now. So, my mom and I moved here pretty recently. I actually met Maisie first, and she introduced me to Tobs. She thought he could use so more ‘real’ friends.” “Those guys aren’t his buddies?” The three others were around him like glue. Otherwise, why else would they stick together? “I don’t think so. Toby tells me it’s just for show. People are more likely to fall in line when the top dogs show a united front and all that jazz. I just wait here on the sidelines until the Trials are done. Or at least, when Toby’s done his part.” “And what’s that?” A mischievous smile graced Garrett’s face, shaking his finger at the redhead. “Oh, I don’t think I should tell you that. You’re a

Koby asked me as he jumped on my bed. “No. Father has somewhere to be. It was good a thing though. School is back tomorrow after all.” “Oh! Right…” Toby sadly commented. “What’s wrong?” I asked him. And it was Koby who answered. “Toby’s been missing Mother’s PB&J. The new maids could do it but Toby says Mother does it best.”

I say trying to make Morgan see what he was doing, like I said we're talking about Riley here! "People don't get into fights like that Taylor, I've seen all the footage" Morgan says placing his hand on my shoulder with a sad look, he than turns to look over at Toby for a second "maybe you didn't understand what was going on when it was happening, but at first he was trying to come on to you, than when that didn't work he tried killing you" Morgan sighs looking down at me, a huge growl just rips through the room making everything shake for a second. "I'm gonna rip that man apart, I warned him" Toby growls his eyes now the pitch black colour, he walks over to the door and starts to try to forc

I was 23 and Toby was 24 in this story. I’d arrived at the summer camp in Canada with excitement in my veins. Ditching my shit job for a summer of fun is just what I needed. I was going to be a camp counsellor along with a load of other young people. One guy, Toby, kinda stood out, he was from Michigan, and he’d played lacrosse in high school. He was handsome in a slightly goofy way. He has bushy brown hair and he was tall, athletic.