Toby Ticci Novels & Stories

This seemingly random test showcased Toby’s unknown prowess! What a character! While Harvey was thinking of this, Toby had already taken off the sunglasses and handed it over to his wife, Lady Clarke. He then took out a towel and wiped his palm. His speech carried a small hint of Hong Kong and Taiwan accent. “Not bad! Not bad!” “You’re so composed!” “With such a sturdy mentality despite your youth, it’s no wonder you could make me suffer a huge loss last night.” “Now, it seems that I really deserve it.”

Grace kept talking about getting what to eat instead but stop noticing Tory was already sleeping. Tory slept for hours before waking up,she felt her head ache as she stood up but didn't care, she kept on looking at her phone which had Brenden's picture as her wallpaper, she kept on gazing at the picture asking herself what was so special about this guy that makes it hard to forget about him. "Will you come, so we can get something to eat or do you still want to keep looking at Brenden's picture as if he will suddenly pop out of it"

I grinned, walking out of my room with my phone pressed against my ear and my shoulder. "Tobi just created a OF account and his dear thirty viewers asked him to play with toys in his next video, so we come shopping for some. Hehehe." Grace giggling made me followed behind. Holding my stomach from laughing too hard, I said. "Why the fuck am I just hearing about this?" "Oh, sweetheart, our dear Tobi is super shy. You should see him right now, he's all shades of red." I heard Tobi mumbled something like he was going to kill Grace, in the background and that didn't help me stop laughing at all.

Was it cancer? “Mrs. Black, I found something very interesting,” Toby said as he lifted the scans. “It looks like they have implanted a chip in your brain that is making you forget who you are.” What now?

I directed his attention to the stage, and this time the characters were in some sort of gangbang. “I-I swear I checked.” Toby stammered, his ears turning red. I leaned into him as he checked his phone for the movie information. “See right here, it said, ‘A night to remember.’.” “Really? And you didn’t notice the giant ‘21+’ in the corner?” I teased, nudging him with my elbow.

I explain. “Ooh a game of cloak and dagger?” He laughs. We leave and go to Toby’s business. “Hey doll.” “Brady this is Toby, or Private Dick as I call him. Toby this is my husband, Brady.“ I introduce. “Finally, I get to meet the legend.” Toby laughs. “What?” Brady asks. “The guy that won our Steph. Tamed her into marriage.” Toby laughs. “Toby quit pulling his leg! Brady over look him, he likes to be funny and a drama queen.” I explain.

"The astronaut is the captain. He says we need to fly past the clouds." But before they could even place the third rock, a bigger boy named Toby walked over. Toby was in the class upstairs, so he was older and taller. His school shirt was untucked and dirty from the mud. He marched right over and stood directly between Leo and Mila, blocking the sun. He had a big leather football tucked under his arm and a mean scowl on his face. He looked at their toys and kicked the leg of the bench with his shoe. "Why are you playing with a girl?" Toby said out loud, laughing a mean laugh. He pointed a dirty finger at Mila. "Girls are yucky. My big brother told me girls have cooties. You shouldn't talk to

Razor Crew's boss, Jimmy Cornell, looked at Andrew with mockery in his eyes. Toby, who had been standing next to Andrew, scurried over to Jimmy's side and said nervously, "Sir, this guy's really strong. You need to be careful." Jimmy said coldly, "Useless piece of trash. You've made the Razor Crew look like complete fools." Toby looked embarrassed. He thought to himself that running into a monster like Andrew, he was lucky just to get out alive. Who cared about embarrassing themselves?

I gave him a sweet, vacant smile in return. Lochlan ignored him and turned his attention to Toby. ‘Uncle Toby, you should have informed me you were bringing friends.’ He said it with a polite smile, but his eyes were frozen tundra. Toby, either too drunk or too arrogant to notice, waved a dismissive hand. ‘I would have, but I was afraid you wouldn’t come!’ He tilted his glass towards Cary. ‘Young Cary here has been worrying himself sick over this project. Look at him, he’s grown thin with the stress.’

A little brown-haired boy asks. I turn on my seat to face him. His caramel eyes met mine and nodded. “I’d love to. What is your name?” “Toby,” “Hi, Toby. My name's Cali, what should we play?” “Hide in seek,” He smiles, showing his two missing front teeth. I played with Toby until the sisters called him for lunch. He had asked me to promise to come back and play, which I agreed Annabella didn’t show up. I kinda knew she wouldn’t.