Future Timmy Turner Novels & Stories

They quickly got in the car. Jasper switched on the laptop and inserted the USB stick. There were two videos inside. He clicked on a video recording called "My Village". "This is my village, Tavers Village." Timmy had recorded himself, he then pointed at the large tombstone, and said in a choked voice, "My family, my relatives, my friends, my lover, and my children are all buried here." Timmy sat next to the tombstone as he recorded himself. He said with reddened eyes, "I think I may also get killed eventually , so I have to leave some evidence so that I won't die for nothing like the other villagers."

He said tyrannically, “Just because I’m not killing you doesn’t mean I don’t dare to. After this, you should take a look at what will happen after you cross me.” At this moment, Philip’s phone rang. “Uncle Tim, how’s it going?” After Philip answered the phone, he asked immediately. Tim’s laugh came from the other end of the phone. His laugh was as loud and clear as a bell. It sounded confident too. He said, “Don’t worry. No one dares to touch me yet.” At the same time, Tim had his pipe dangling from his lips. He was wearing a grey checkered suit and tie. In addition to that, his hair was slicked back. He was standing at the entrance of Cirrus Manor.

It was rare for Kester to take the initiative to look for him. “Daddy, I want you to help you Anya!” Tim was stunned and speechless. No problem, don’t worry!” Tim dominated the gambling industry in V city. His influence extended to the entire V city. Although he was born in the same era as Evan, let alone the same age, they had many similarities.” Soon, Tim found his good friend, John Garcia, the ship King of G city.

Just then, Chad suddenly stood up and smiled at Terry. "I met Grandpa Marshawn when I was young. He even taught me the Williams family's ultimate techniques. I'm considered one of his disciples!" Terry was shocked. He did not expect Chad to have a connection with his father. "Oh, really? How long ago was that?" Chad smiled and said, "I was only seven or eight years old then. It's been almost 20 years now! You can call him and ask if he remembers me." Terry broke out in a cold sweat. Making a phone call to his father in front of those big shots to verify Chad's words was like forcing himself to slap his own face!

After hearing everything, Timmy was so furious that his veins were throbbing. "That's what I heard from them. I’m guessing 90% of it is true. Think about it, Secretary Summers has been an official for so many years. I’m sure he can easily cover up these kinds of things.” "Why am I the only one making a loss?" Timmy was furious. "This isn’t over!” "What are you going to do?"

It felt like those eyes of his could see straight into the depths of her soul. "Bev, why aren't you here yet? The play is about to start! If you stand me up, I'll hate you! Timmy's in a bad mood. Don't all little boys like Tooley the Gigantic Monkey?" Anna's loud voice burst through the phone, shattering the quiet. Beverly's heart skipped a beat, and her tone became uneven. "Timmy… He lived abroad until he was five, so he's barely watched any local Laridian shows or plays. He's more into robots and superheroes. You…"

He belongs to the supernaturals but not as an Angel or a demon. • Timothy Jones: He's a seventeen-year-old bunny boy (has bunny teeth). He's 179cm tall (5'10ft) and weighs around 65 kg (143 lbs). MBTI type: ISFJ. He's cute as hell, owning the shiniest pair of big doe eyes. Not to forget that he's a muscle pig, protective of everyone he loves. Timothy is a coconut head with thick brownish hair. This stupid boy took up special tests and studied hard to jump a year, and as a result, he's in the same year as Sofia and Scarlet. Being the youngest, he's cherished and protected by everyone even though a single punch from him can break the opponent's jaw. Favorite color: Red. Zodiac: Virgo. He has a

Josh snarled on his face. “Oh boy, you have no idea what have you done. Do you?” Timmy smirked, rubbing his hands together. Josh felt like a prey being hunted by a hunter but this prey new how to fight, except he couldn’t get a chance. ---- “Damn it….” Bolt switched on the car and the whole squad came to life as they all rushed to the club house. ---- “That’s it. I didn’t know I had to do nothing to pull these mice out”. Timmy was laughing hysterically as he heard the police car sirens echoing outside.

"You're still a neat freak old lady. Nothing really changed even after so many years." "H-Hey! What did you just call me?! Old lady?!" Timothy is my childhood best friend and the twin brother of Themis. They look really identical, aside from the fact that Tim is a mischievous and overconfident man who loves to lurk around and tease me. He really is like a younger brother to me. "Why? You're already twenty-seven. You're old enough to get married already." "I'm just twenty-seven years old. Don't say it like I'm a one-hundred-year-old woman."

“Seems that’s all I’ve heard, tonight.” A slight smile and she continues. “Maybe you’ll believe it. Maybe you won’t. But like you said . . . you’re the Sheriff and you need to know these things. So here’s my story, about Timmy and what happened to him. It’s also a story about someone named Mr. Nobody . . . ”