Toby Pll Season 1 Novels & Stories

I hit a massive climax within three minutes, my legs locking around his head. "AH-AH-AH-AHHHH!" Grrrrrrrr! The alarm. "Time," I gasped, breathless and weak, shoving his sweaty chest away. "Step back. Toby. Your turn." Student 5: Toby Toby was the youngest-looking boy, with a face full of freckles. But his cock was a surprise—it was dark, heavy, and extremely vein-y. He looked terrified as he climbed over me, his hands shaking as he touched my waist.

Toby looked down at me with a huge grin on his face. “This was a lot easier than I thought,” he mused. “No matter. Any last words?” he asked, a cruel smile on his face. “Nope,” I said, ducking and covering my head. Toby looked at me with confusion. Something alerted him and he turned. With a roar, Griz drove the spear that was once impaled in his body into Toby’s. Then he fell to his knees and toppled onto his face. Toby screamed out in fury. Griz was so weak and he had used most of his remaining strength to make it down the hallway. The spear didn’t penetrate far, but it had done two things.

“That’s right. I never lost my memory for a single second.” Toby’s entire body swayed, his eyes fixing on mine with a crushing, suffocating despair. Logan, meanwhile, simply lowered his eyes, confirming he had indeed known the truth all along. “Wh—why?” After a long, suffocating silence, Toby finally forced the words out, his voice thick with unshed tears. “I only wanted to play a little joke on you... if you had just waited one more second, I would have laughed and told you the whole truth.”

"Toby no one is reporting anything. Kade is right it is personal. Old family stuff from Russia nothing to do with games. You saw a guy being careful. That is all. Give us till tomorrow to explain better. Please." Toby backed up a step but suspicion stayed etched on his face. "Tomorrow? Fine. But if I see anything else weird I go straight to Coach Harlan. No more hiding. We win as a team or we lose together. You taught me that Cap." "Yeah I did" I said nodding slow. "And right now the team needs you quiet on this. Go get some rest. Big game coming." Toby grabbed his bag eyes flicking one last time to the ceiling tile. "Rest? Hard when I feel like I walked in on something bad. Watch yourselves

And I refused to be mated to such an annoying prick. ‘Look.’ Lia said, and I let my gaze trail to Toby, his eyes focused on Malcolm as he watched his movement closely, and it clicked. He wasn’t being docile; he was just trying to monitor him, and while it was a good tactic, I would rather he didn’t die while trying to study him. Toby's eyes met mine, and I tried the best I could to convey to him that he needed to act. Telepathy might have been in play because he sprung into action, rushing towards Malcolm, his body slamming into him, and they both landed on the floor.

The flamboyant winger flipped his perfectly styled hair, holding up a thick stack of matte-black cardstock. "Which is exactly why," Toby announced, his voice dripping with dramatic flair, "we are going to completely destroy our livers tonight." "Toby, we have practice on Monday," Athena warned, stepping down from the bench. "Monday is a lifetime away, Coach." Toby strutted down the center aisle, aggressively slapping a black card into Miller’s chest. "My buddy is hosting a massive rager at a rental in the Hills. Open bar. Nobody from Westmore allowed. We are taking the entire roster."

Toby is a well-built guy from the office sector, he walked in from the opposite side, looking way too relaxed. "Hey, Serena," Toby chuckled, raising his hands loosely. "Don't worry, I’ll go easy on you. Just tap out if it gets too rough, okay?" "You should worry more about yourself, Toby," Serena shot back, bouncing lightly on her toes. "You can't be too sure." "Oh, really?" Toby grinned, rushing forward with a heavy, predictable punch.

Toby's father, Gerald Wagner, ordered sternly. Toby replied confidently, "Don't worry. She'll be here, obediently, before the day is out." Toby's gaze flickered toward the pack's main gate every so often. Confined as my soul was to his vicinity, his current intentions remained a mystery to me. What was he plotting now? The puzzle pieces clicked into place when Ethan arrived, prompting Toby to immediately rise and greet him. A fleeting look of disappointment crossed his face when he registered that Ethan was alone.

Harvey instantly noticed a brute force coming from Toby’s palm when they shook hands, as if the latter wanted to crush his palm. Apparently, Toby was trying to test him again. Harvey remained relaxed, with not a single change in his expression. He calmly suppressed the force from Toby’s palm, taking in the latter’s challenge with ease. Being able to sit firmly in the position of the first-in-command in such a complicated place like Hong Kong was a testament to Toby’s strength, whether it was due to his own prowess or the strength of his supporters. Rumor had it that Toby possessed the skills of the first generation’s God of War.

“Give Aislen some breathing room.” Aislen felt Aaron moved back. “Thank you,” she said with automatic politeness, though he’d some cheek, she told herself, to push what he had to know was an unwanted contact on her whilst she was focused on other things. Slimy, in fact. She met Toby’s eyes and saw that he was pissed off at Aaron too. She held out her hand and he took it, his palm warm and dry against hers. Toby was trapped within his own body, and it was the one of the most terrifying experiences of his life. As terrifying as discovering that the pledges were drowning in the flooded river, as terrifying as realizing that the police intended to charge him for their deaths…