Toby Ticci Novels & Stories

If I waste my food, they will too. I finish my food in silence while Luna and Ace joke around with their dad. Toby isn't a bad guy, but for some reason, he changes around other people, trying to impress them with this alpha male character. It's genuinely the most annoying thing about him. “So Archer, have you given it any thought? I'll make you even richer if you invest in my company,” Toby asks as Archer helps the kids put on their backpacks. I finally get up, showing an empty plate to Archer sarcastically, making him smile.

“And what will you do without your precious Alex, huh? What will you do without him? He’ll never leave the lab. He’ll die down there in a tomb he builds himself within the ice, I’d bet my life on it. And he’d deserve it.” “You’re always so hard on him,” Toby protests. “He’s unnecessarily hard on me!” I angle my body until I’m facing Toby, blocking out Abby’s heated scowl. “Are you friends with Dr. Scarlett?” “Yeah, I mean, I consider him a good friend. I doubt he shares the sentiment.” “Because he’s a fucking dickhead!” Abby shouts over the music.

a signal jammer. Toby lost contact with his team. Trying to troubleshoot the cause of disconnection, he looked around and saw his transceivers' cord was pulled out--and the box itself was crashed. A sturdy man did it - slamming it to the ground and thumping it with his black combat boots. How did he find me in this shit hole? He never knew, a person could gulp thrice due to anxiety. Toby got an adequate beating, almost coughing his own lungs out.

Toby sat beside me, his eyes glued to his phone even though he did look up a few times to smile at me. He looked as handsome as ever.He was dressed in very casual yet expensive attire. “We’re here, Master Toby” the chauffeur announced. Toby turned to me, his smile radiating warmth. "Ready to help me spend my money, darling?" I managed a small laugh. It felt nice to laugh for the first time today. I had been under the weather a lot lately. I really liked Toby but I hated that being with him meant that I had to sacrifice my friendship with Nico.

Aislen was trying to piece it all together. “I held it too tightly,” Toby told her, his attention shifting from Lauren. “That’s what I’m saying. I wasn’t paying attention, and I just… squeezed too tight. I think… I think I’m one of you. I think Cameron made me one of you.”

The interface was laughably simple, with only a banner at the top that promised that their fortunes were "Always Accurate!" Jamie scoffed and entered my name, and the interface loaded for a few moments, before a message appeared. [He's right next to you.] She shook her head, smiling bitterly as she moved her finger to turn off the application. But in that instant, I realized that I could somehow control the cursor, and under Jamie's startled gaze, I forced it to type out a single word. [Restroom.] Her eyes widened, clearly not quite comprehending what was going on in front of her.

I made sure my voice was slow intentionally, so it would sound as deadly as I was feeling. And I waited for the storm to break. It took a moment for Garrick to look at Toby, and when he did, I saw the shift in his expression. “Toby? What are you doing here?” He asked. Hmm, so it was true. They were truly cousins. Well, that didn't account for Toby ending here to deliver Ridge’s message. It could only mean he was a traitor, and that extended to Garrick. I signalled to the men that brought Toby in to kick Garrick down and they did.

"You told me the medical staff were vetted. You told me the children were invisible." ​"They are," Dante said, his voice flat. ​"Toby isn't a ghost, Dante. He’s a three-year-old boy who talks to anyone who gives him a sticker. And now the entire board knows our 'reconciliation' is a timeline written by a PR firm. They know he doesn't recognize your face."

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.

"I've had myself a meal at the restaurant by the other end of the road." "Well then, nevermind Darling Marić." Marić threw her head up in the kitchen, in disgust. Her hands were firmly balanced on her waist. "Like I wouldn't have added sand into it," she told to none in particular, voicelessly. "Sonny," the man, later introduced as Toby, began speaking after settling down on a couch opposite to Einstein and Anderson. "I came 'cause I was seriously curious to know how well things have improved, of your mission here. Have you started any project yet?"