Tyson Gobble Novels & Stories

I had totally bought it when he said he was tired and couldn’t come. “HOW ARE YOU DOIN GIRLS AND BOYS ?” Ty shouted. The crowd gave a synchronous cheer back and clapped wildly. “ARE YOU HAVING FUN ?” he asked even louder and got an equally notched up response this time. “YOU ALL SEE, I THOUGHT THE BIKE ENTRIES WERE SIMPLY TOO ROYALLY GRAND AND MAGNIFICENT. PERSONALLY, I WOULD HAVE WORSHIPPED THE GROUND EVEN IF THESE BIRTHDAY SIBLINGS WOULD HAVE SIMPLY WALKED ON. BUT I HAVE A CONFESSION TO MAKE,” Tyson said in a sexily husky voice.

I'm happy that I'm taking a toll on him. Toby walked in with a container of KFC chicken and fries. He looked surprised as he saw us eating. "Oh I thought you guys haven't eaten yet," he said as he placed the container on the table. "Oh well we are already full" replied Leornado as he gave him some barbeque chicken to try out. "Well, I still want" I replied giving him a smile. He shook his head in shock and handed me some chicken which I happily ate quickly. "It's like you eat ten times more than you usually did before," Toby said shaking his head. Leonardo and I looked at each other with a smile, he noticed and looked at us with suspicion.

He glanced at it, swiped the screen, and chuckled softly to himself before setting it back down. I ignored it the first time. But when it buzzed again—and again—it became impossible to concentrate on the menu, much less the conversation we were supposed to be having. "Popular tonight, huh?" I said lightly, hoping he’d take the hint. Toby didn’t even look up. "It’s just work," he muttered, typing a quick reply. The waiter returned with the sparkling water, and Toby barely acknowledged him. "We’ll have the grilled chicken for her," he said, motioning vaguely at me, "and the steak for me. Medium rare."

"You're most welcome. I'll be relying on you in the future." Once they were in the car and buckled in, Tyson went on as he drove. "The economy's rough, but driving for Mr. Ziegler is still way better than anything out there. Forget the salary and bonuses, even the other perks are enough to make people jealous. I'm more than content." Thalia smiled politely. "That's because you're such a good driver." Tyson was over the moon hearing that. With steady driving skills, he got Toby to school safely. Before Toby got out, he pressed an apple into his hands. "It's a sweet and crispy one."

The tension between them growing with each passing heartbeat, or maybe I'm just too fucking stoned that my mind is playing another hallucination trick on me. " Tyson is a boob guy though so of course he's going to be obsessed with a woman's chest area," Emerald voice effectively managed to break their shared intense eye contact , both individuals gazing back at her, Tyson's bloodshot eyes rolling at her speculation, although given the simpering look twisted in his face, it's safe to say he agreed to the notion of him being a 'boob' guy.

I was slightly offended at it but given that I was still not in control of my powers, I let it be. Tyson took off his red flannel shirt, revealing a white sando and his flexing buff muscles. The veins in his hands were evident and so manly. A woman passed by and she turned to take a quick glance before running off shyly out of sight when she saw Tyson's body. I admit, he is hot, but he's an egotistical man. I would've liked him if he wasn't such a self-centered guy. It makes me gag thinking about him flexing his muscles every once in a while.

Tyson Chicken: Damn, think witches can make that happen? Tyson Chicken: Second one I'll ask to be anal size Me: You're obsessed Tyson Chicken: With your ass? Yes Me: Don't you have some important alpha stuff to do or something? Tyson Chicken: Like fuck your ass? Me: That is not even remotely sexy or convincing Tyson Chicken: Come over and I'll convince you another way Me: No can do. My parents are complaining I'm never home anymore. Promised I'd hang with them tonight Tyson Chicken: Damn cockblockers

His face lights up like a Christmas tree and I laugh at him. We all play the game and eat our dessert. Tyson, by far, was the one who ate most of the cobbler. We didn’t have a single bite left. I’m not sure how he can eat so much. My stomach would be hurting if I even tried to eat half of what he does.

he growled, his voice echoing slightly in the empty hall, “why have you suddenly sent men to attack him?” Several meters away, in a structure not unlike Boone’s own residence, Tyson stood inside a laboratory. Glass containers lined the walls, filled with glowing substances and half-finished experiments. The air smelled faintly of metal and chemicals. A wide smile spread across Tyson’s face as he heard Boone’s voice. “I expected you to hear about it by now,” Tyson said casually. “Or maybe even sooner. Looks like your spies are a bit slow.” Boone’s expression darkened. “What were you thinking?” Boone demanded. “You failed. The men you sent were all killed—except one who barely made it back. Wh

He was at least cooking this goblin's meat before he ate it. He cut up the goblin's meat and grilled it so much that he couldn't realize it was a goblin steak. Chomp! Yao Tai directly nibbled at the meat and quickly swallowed it. He felt like he was going to vomit up the meat. He closed his eyes and erased those thoughts inside his mind