Toby X Masky Novels & Stories

I look at Axel but he laughs at a joke Axel says as he looks at he looks down at his fingers which were playing with my curls. I don’t know if I should be happy or confused with the fact that I haven’t seen Axel or Asher look at Melissa once in a sexual way yet. They maintained normal eye contact with her when they talked to her while Toby continued to struggle when it came to keeping his eyes on her face. It’s very difficult to not like the Lancaster men especially when I see them being so respectful towards women. Also having toby here in comparison doesn’t help. “Thank you, Asher. I think you guys are amazing and I would love to have you as my business investors. I promise huge amounts of

I snap back, just as the door swings fully open. The man in front steps inside, holding a cattle prod, its metal tip gleaming ominously. He moves just enough to allow another man to enter, who silently sets a jug of water down on the rickety table before turning to leave. “Wait!” I shout, my voice sharp and urgent. The men pause, glancing back. “We will negotiate. What do you want?” I ask, trying to keep my tone calm despite the tension in the air. The man at the front turns his masked face toward me. His expression is hidden, but his posture radiates control. “We want nothing,” he says, his voice distorted, processed through some kind of modulator. It’s deliberate—a calculated move to ensur

Tate turned to Toby and uttered, “You’re my Gamma, minister. You’re bound to stand with your Alpha.” Toby smirked as everyone started chuckling and he rebutted, “Unless you stand against the queen, in which case, you’re on your own. The most humiliating thing to have written on my tombstone would be ‘slaughtered by a five feet creature’.” Christian snorted and started chuckling, so did Weaver. For some reason, Xandar had the urge to correct Toby, “Lucy is actually five-foot three after being marked, Toby.” This made Christian laugh even louder.

He says as he perches on the end of the bed back to me but head swivels round to ask me the question. I tell him to put anything on. We small talk for a little while while he sets a movie up. I find out his name is Toby and he is doing this guarding job to earn more, apparently all jobs under Argon are paid well but this one is ridiculous amounts though he didn't say how much. Toby has a pup on the way with his fated mate Adaline who he found a year ago.

Tobias "Taro Myers. Black and purple Masquerade mask. Black tux. Talk to him. He will tell you everything you need to know. Tobias I'll never stop loving you." There he was, just like she said. Black tuxedo. Black and purple masquerade mask. He was just standing there, with a glass of champagne in his hand and the other hand in his pocket. He fitted in this crowd like the missing puzzle piece, if she never told me he was here I would have never known. And now he's here, right in front of me after all these years.

What the fuck is this asshole up to now? "Cover your noses!" Tobia shouts but it's too late. My men are already dropping one after another. I look over my shoulder to find Dylan and his men wearing masks. The last thing I see before darkness pulls me under is the crinkles around his eyes. The fucking bastard is laughing. Fuck him to hell and back. This is the last time I do... *******************************************

He had come to check, only to find Mark attacking me. “You helped me before, so I wanted to return the favor. The only thing in my mind then was to protect you,” he explained, looking so innocent and genuine, his demeanor completely different from the bold, confident man behind the mask. Sadly, apart from their similar physiques and the gentle warmth that Ryan and the masked man shared, I couldn’t find any other similarities. Soon enough, thanks to Ryan’s care, I was discharged from the hospital. As my pregnancy progressed, my belly grew larger, and with it, my cravings for intimacy became stronger. Despite myself, I couldn’t help but think about the masked man again.

Lorenzo Toby's eyes locked onto mine, his expression unyielding. "You don't need to know anything about us," he said, his voice hoarse with seriousness. Hell no, this lad had to be kidding me, right?? I growled, my hand still gripping his shirt. "Just stay away from her, you hear me?" I warned, my voice low and menacing. "Stop coming between us." Even when I pushed him, Toby didn't budge, his feet firmly planted on the ground. His eyes flashed with defiance, showing he wasn't intimidated by me.

Toby. Alistair had come through with information a few days after the brothers left for their mission. He discovered that the man who had tormented Kayla in the orphanage hadn't just disappeared into obscurity. No, Toby had found his way into the criminal underworld—and not just any part of it, but the Crimson Serpents, a rival Mafia group known for their brutality and cunning. "Toby Matthews," Alistair said grimly, standing over a table filled with photos and documents. "Alias: Smoke. He's their new enforcer."

Edward sighed as he accepted the fact that he had to explain his identity when Andrea burst out in tears. "My head hurts so much and I feel so cold. Everyone hates me…" Andrea cried as she held her head. Edward used this time to wear his masquerade mask before walking towards her. "Stay calm and go take your bath. I called a doctor to take care of you." He said as he sat beside her. *What's the use of wearing the mask when she already saw your face?* He asked himself, but disregarded it to focus on persuading her to take her bath.