Toby X Masky Novels & Stories

Even in his last moments, Toby had questioned, "How dare you kill me? Are you insane? Do you really want to start a war with us Hawkinses?" Chase frowned slightly, murmuring to himself, "I'm not insane." He looked into the distance, his gaze deep and profound. He thought to himself, 'Though the Collins family hasn't treated me well, they're still my family and my roots. I won't allow others to tarnish or defile them! 'Toby Hawkins violated my bottom line; he deserved to die! But I need to use his identity to cover my tracks a bit.' With that thought, Chase took out a black ghost mask from his storage ring and put it on. This was a special treasure that could alter one's appearance.

You know those guys in your school? Not the normal ones, but the fuckboys? Yeah, those ones. If you don't know those guys, then you may just not know the meaning of the term fuckboy . Generally, a fuckboy is actually an attractive, funny guy. Usually you wouldn't want to admit it, but everyone knows it, even himself. A fuckboy has an unhealthy amount of confidence in himself which helps him to lead girls on just for hookups. He'll say that he's really into you but doesn't want to deal with an actual relationship. He thinks about himself and only himself all the time but is nice to most people.

Toby was here already? Poking my head around the lounge doorway, I looked in. Sure enough, there was Toby, laughing away with my dad. He looked... So hot! As always. He was wearing a really nice black shirt, the top button undone and some smart black jeans. It was casual but smart at the same time. Not too over the top but just above normal casual. ‘Am I late?’ I asked, worried I had got the time wrong. Toby smiled and shook his head. ‘No, I’m just early. I was too eager to come over, but you weren’t ready so I was just having a chat with your dad.

he heard her clearly but his brain could only accept a piece of possible information deemed by him. “He was your father?” he gulped before the words choked him harder than they already did. “Doesn’t matter now, he killed my Mama, so he must pay,” she said coldly, rising from the floor. Andre followed soon. “Good, then let us make him pay,” he said, firmly as his thoughts to expose the masquerade hiding in the mask of the honourable detective. ****

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.

It was a statement piece, that was for sure, but what it was stating, I hadn’t a clue. Just then, Toby Saltzman descended upon us, his arms spread wide in a parody of avuncular welcome. ‘Lochlan! My boy!’ He moved to envelop Lochlan in a back-slapping hug, but Lochlan executed a neat, sidestepping dodge that was a masterpiece of polite evasion, leaving Toby patting air. Toby’s eyes, red-rimmed and puffy, flickered to my wrist. I saw it then, a flash of something—disappointment? Annoyance?—before his smile snapped back into place.

" She was yelling but Jayden didn't reply. He closed his eyes for time travelling but it didn't work "What's happening?" Anthony "I don't know, I've no idea" he replied He stretched his hands to stop her moving from her car, but that didn't work too Ari was moving closer to him but he was sniffing as he was perceiving some scent but couldn't detect it. He needed to open the door and check what was going on but couldn't because of his mask. As Ari was getting closer, the scent was increasing and Anthony started jubiliating. "It's our mate" Anthony said

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.

He bowed and we traipsed out of the hotel, my mind fixed on the activities for tonight while I ignored the stares and murmurs from the other customers as I was already used to it. The attention had lessoned unlike before when I'd see my pictures on blogs with annoying titles like: 'The man whose face is unknown', 'Eligible bachelor in Texas without an identity' and several other crazy titles that those bloggers used to drive traffic. I didn't like being in the mask, but I was too scared to want to know what my face actually looked like anymore. We got into the car and Abram drove off, the tires of the car sliding towards the only place I wanted to be right now, the torture hole.

I had to be patient to ensure we captured the right person. “Fine, I’ll wait,” I finally conceded, replaying the footage. “Once we get a clear image of his face, you can track him down, right?” Tobias typed a few commands on his laptop before nodding, though he seemed slightly hesitant. “The man appears to be wearing a mask. But I’ll do my best to identify him, even if I have to rely only on his body structure.” I let out a low growl. “I need a definite answer, Tobias. I want this man caught.”