Toby X Masky Novels & Stories

" 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.”

she blurted out. “Who did?” he asked. “I can’t tell; I didn’t see his face. He came to me and handed me the pictures and told me to go to the academy and expose her,” she said. “Describe him,” he said. “He is tall and a Lycan. He covered his face with a black mask, and his hair was packed in a small bun. His voice is a bit deep, with a broad chest and shoulders,” she said. “Taller than him?” I asked. She looked at me, and she didn’t want to answer, but Bryan nudged her.

It was Toby, my loyal friend and confidant, his expression a mask of concern as he took in the scene before him. "What the hell are you doing to her?" Toby's voice was laced with accusation, his eyes flashing with righteous indignation as he glared at Damon. "Leave her alone, you arrogant prick!" Damon's eyes widened in surprise at Toby's sudden outburst, his hands raised in a gesture of peace as he tried to defuse the situation. "Toby, calm down," he pleaded, his voice tinged with frustration. "I'm not doing anything to her. I'm just trying to help."

~ ALAN~ I rode up to Toby’s dorm building just past eight on Saturday morning. The spare helmet was strapped securely to the back of my seat, and my pulse was racing faster than it usually did before a major game. I wanted today to go well. I wanted him to enjoy himself. When Toby finally stepped through the glass doors of the building, he looked like he was walking toward a firing squad. His face was pale, his shoulders were hitched up to his ears, and his fingers were tangled tightly into the hem of his oversized gray hoodie.

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.”

I'd thought about Nyx all week, the way she made me forget I was Nicholas Bodeen for exactly three minutes and twenty-seven seconds. "Mr. Bodeen," Dominic greeted me at the entrance with that practiced smile. "Welcome back, should I assume you're requesting Nyx again?" "Yes." "Of course. VIP Room Three is ready for you." I followed him down the familiar hallway, my pulse already picking up. This was ridiculous. I'd dated models, actresses, women who made careers out of being beautiful, but none of them had stayed in my head like this masked stranger I'd met for less than five minutes.

he gestured for her to step out. “Aislen!” Toby cried out in protest fighting free of the nurses and catching hold of the poles, shaking the door of his cage. “We should just get into the car and go. Aislen. Help me! Th… Thay… Thay… Aislen!” One of the nurses stabbed a needle into his exposed arse cheek, and his eyes fluttered as he sagged to the floor. “Aislen. Thay. Gul.” “F-king pain in the arse,” Sparrow looked down at him with a frown. “Toby’s father is an influential contributor to our mission. When he finds out that his son has been infected with whatever this f-king virus is, he’ll be crushed.”