Future Timmy Turner Novels & Stories

He said like it was an obvious hint. "No clue." I said. "I'm Timmy Turner...Fairy odd parents?..." He proceeded to sing part of the theme song of the cartoon. And for the first time,I thought of him as cute. "Oh,I use to love watching those growing up." He looks at me intensely. "What?" I asked completely daunted by how he was looking at me with people around. I didn't want to give him signs that would cause a ripple effect in time because I didn't want to start anything with him. I still loved James even though it hurts right now. I just couldn't afford starting something with someone else besides,I haven't figured out what this was between us.

"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 . . . ”

The falter of his cocky smile sent butterflies erupting in my stomach. Ashton Hall, seven years after our 'mistake' of a night, and seven years after I left Lakeside High, still looked unfortunately as handsome as ever —only this time, I couldn't give a damn. He struggled for a split second to regain his smile as he wryly withdrew his hands. "Let's change that, shall we? Dinner? I'm sure we will do a lot of good business together in the near future." A chuckle escaped my lips as I grabbed my purse from my table, signalling to Lola.

Karly let out a wail of sorrow! Timmy was not only her attendant; they also grew up together as childhood friends. As Timmy was about to be attacked by the serpent, Karly urgently yelled, "Mr. Smitt, please save Timmy..."

I said as I hugged one of Clyde's legs. "Jacob... Calm down... Tell me everything..." he said and held my arm to assure me that everything was going to be alright. "Clyde... There's two people, who were so weird and introduced themselves to me... The first one is a middle-age man and his name is Timothee. I... I was scared of him but there's something within me that says it's like I've known him for a long time. And there's this guy, sama as our age whose name is Minhyun SEO. And I look just like him," I said while trying to calm myself down.

She tilted her head, I held my breath as I stepped into the room, “He's here, kids.” Andera's voice wobbled. “Your daddy's here.” My breath escaped my lungs when I saw Tiffany, her face pale and her hazel eyes that were full of laughter were dull. Sitting on her bed was... Timmy. It was like looking at my five-year-old self; our resemblance was so uncanny; it was like the little me had time-traveled from the past; no wonder Andera tried to hide him from me. “Hi, kids.” I managed an almost inaudible whisper. I could hear my rough breathing, feel the tension so thick.

Everyone looked at him and almost didn’t blink. “I am Timotheus Alfarez of 2022. Whether you believe it or not, I am telling the truth. You…” He faced his Timotheus. “You are my old self. I died on March 16, 2022, three months from now. I reincarnated two years back to change the future. So if you please… we have not much time. Let’s do our best to fight the organization… to fight this virus.” Everyone cannot grasp the situation but Sanchez, Blair, and Trestan can testify that Timotheus of 2022 in Simeon Ferran’s body was telling the truth. Nothing but the truth.

Because apparently Aaron had been blessed by the gods with a demigod metabolism and could devour absurd amounts of fried chicken and fries without ever losing his cologne-commercial model looks. “Look, Davina, I love you, but these fries are amazing. And honestly, Timmy has a point. You should rest a bit.” I took a deep breath, counting to ten in my head so I wouldn’t throw something at him. “So that’s it? I’m surrounded by traitors?” I crossed my arms, staring Timmy down, but he stayed stubborn as ever. Timmy sighed, running a hand through his hair before cupping my face with a tenderness that disarmed me for just a second.

Tim could not have foreseen something like this happening at all. "Jenny..." —Tim just stopped talking here. In point of fact, he wanted to ask Jenny if it was Jerry or not, but he couldn't figure out why his throat was choking him. He wanted to ask Jenny if it was Jerry or not. Tim used to assume a different persona, known as Tommy, more frequently than anyone else. Since he has personal experience with the reasons why a person might not want other people to know their identity, he is aware of the reasons why it would not be practical in this situation to ask Jenny directly about her plans to inquire about everything through Miss White.