Toby X Masky Novels & Stories

They called me I don't know if ill run, but I'm strong I can manage to beat them, but the problem is that they are 3 and I'm all alone. I'm ready to run when one of the gangsters throw an empty can of beer exactly to my head " I'm sorry I'm not looking for trouble" I apologized, I'm ready to walk when one of them pulled my collar and throw me on the ground "I told you I'm not here to mess with you guys!" I said calmly, I'm controlling myself now, I don't want to fight them back I was about to stand up when the man wearing a mask, I guess the leader of this shit suddenly punched me on my face, he messed with my face

He trailed off, his gaze intense. Before I could respond, Colby pulled out his phone and showed me something. My eyes widened as I took in the image: a muscular, shirtless man with toned abs and a chiseled V-line, his face obscured by a black mask. I swallowed hard, my eyes locked on Colby's. "Why are you showing me this?" I asked. Instead, he let out a scoff and leaned in, his voice low and husky. "How would you feel getting fucked by a man in a mask?"

“Oh, they are just the best! They’re very efficient at what they do. And so polite, too.” “Woman, have you been talking to other men behind my back?” he pretended to appear offended, which made Marjorie giggle. “Men? Only one, darling. You said ‘boys.’” Toby had to tune them out unless he wanted to puke. Instead, he studied the boy several feet across from him. He would have never guessed the kid belonged to Marjorie. Dark red hair, blue-green eyes, and freckles – none of which the mother possessed. He was quite small and scrawny for an eleven-year-old, or maybe Toby was bigger than he should be. Being on the football and baseball team in school would do that to a growing boy.

It was elegant and terrifying. We approached a woman seated behind a sleek glass desk. Her face was expressionless. When she saw Mr. Everhart, she stood quickly and bowed, deeply, reverently, before sliding something across the counter: a mask. Without hesitation, Mr. Everhart took it. The mask was white porcelain, etched with subtle obsidian lines. He placed it over his face and pinned a silver tag to his lapel. The name engraved on it was, Alpha. He turned to me “You won’t be needing this yet,” he said quietly, though his eyes behind the mask were unreadable.

Toby stood by the door and folded his arms shaking his head . " You are so juvenile Max . Run after her and tell her you are sorry. " " Not now Toby, we have to go. " ©#KCMmuoe

Toby’s heavy jaw clenched so tightly his teeth audibly ground together, the violent, leaping firelight catching the thick, pale scars that ruthlessly crossed his rugged face. He was an elite Blackwood guard. He had been trained since childhood to be the immovable, flesh-and-blood wall standing between his pack and the monsters of the world. He was conditioned to bleed, to fight, and to die for his Alpha King without a single second of hesitation. But sitting on this rug, holding a freezing, trembling pup while his King fought a ghost in the dark, Toby had never felt so utterly, devastatingly useless.

he paused with a small smile. “You told who?” I ask. “Umbra,” he responds shortly. “He said his name was Umbra.” “After the game, he’d give me bread. Enough bread, I wouldn’t have to starve anymore. That’s what he said,” Toby explains. “You came here because you were promised bread?” I ask, and he nods. I stand there without knowing the next words to say or how to explain the situation. “Welcome, fighters,” the digital voice echoes.

she says, I thank her and end the call. I wen to Toby's corner and sat next to him, I didn't say anything first just sat there, I saw him look at me with the corner of his eyes. I offered him a smile, he went back to looking at the corner, this time I got up and got his unicorn stuffy, he never sleeps without it, it's safe to say it's his favorite now. "Toby look what I have here" I say showing the baby his favorite stuffy, he extended his hand toward me wanting the stuffy of course.

Pushing me into the seat in front of my vanity table, I cover as he hisses. “Don’t move.” Nodding slightly, I wait with my eyes closed before hearing him leaving the room and opening them again. I look at my disheveled appearance and lift my fingers slowly to touch the bite wound on my lip, flinching as I graze it with my fingers. Tommaso gets back and puts a tablet before me, leaning it against the mirror. He pushes the chair forward, making me look at the frozen image on the screen closer. “Watch it.”

"What do you want?" "Nothing... Just came to advise a confused person." Xander cast him a death glare. However, Toby wasn't going to back down. "Isn't it funny?... The mighty Xander Blake is confused between two women..." he hadn't even finished when Xander turned and walked away, furious. ...............