Future Timmy Turner Novels & Stories

Staring at me, Timmy suddenly shouted, "Who do you think you are, Claude?! You should feel honored that I'm even willing to ask you for help! All you can do is warm Ms. Weaver's bed and keep her comfortable!" "Get out of here," I said with my expression darkened. "Oh, did I hit the mark? That's only because Ms. Weaver hasn't tried me yet! Once she does, she'll definitely kick you far away!" Timothy cackled. "Mr. Arkwright, do you know him?" The owner of the partner company asked, looking at Timmy with disdain. "He was a colleague from my previous company. He's unemployed now and came here today on purpose to start trouble," I said as I gave Timmy a cold glare.

Tim immediately patted himself on the back, "Grandpa, don't worry, we'll go find it for you right away." The four of them dug into the plum blossom forest again, and in order to save time, they split into four ways. But two hours passed, not only was the dog not retrieved, Tim was lost along with it. Serena rubbed her brow with a headache, a little helpless, "Did the kid go too far?" Godfery snorted coldly, "Probably lost track of time while playing on the road." Tim had been playful since he was a child, and he remembered that when he was five years old, the school teacher called, saying that Tim had disappeared and there was no one in the school.

It kept me happy for a while, until it started to lose meaning. And now I just have my Birdie and I get to feel something when he's with me, even if all we do is fight and fuck. "Oh my fucking god!" Timmy yells, moving back and holding his head in frustration. He's only fourteen, but he looks bigger than that, "You're just going to sit there and take it? You're so fucking pathetic, I can’t stand it!" I snap out of that horrifying future and stare at the wall in absolute disbelief.

" Sorry, but who am I speaking to?" " It's Skylar Grey, his niece's nanny, I need to talk to him, it's important." "Alright, I'll transfer you to his office." " Thank you." My foot taps on the floor, waiting for Mr Cullen to answer. " Hello, Skylar." " Y-yes, whoever this is, please let me through to Mr Cullen or Mr Davies, I'm Ava's nanny and -" " Skylar, it's Mk." " Oh thank God, will you please get me through to one of their offices?"

For a moment, the way he looked at Jessie was a little complicated and hard to understand. Jessie also frowned slightly. She had heard of this Timmy. A while ago, he had been very popular on the Internet. It was said that he had been training in a branch company outside the Horfoud's in order to become the successor of the Horfoud's one day. According to the information on the internet, his age seemed to be around twenty-five or twenty-eight years old. But he looked very young. This R City was obviously so big, but sometimes it was also incomparably small.

“Work’s fine, just fine.” “The month’s ending this week I suppose?” “Yes, in five days’ time, we’ll be saying welcome to June.” “What about Timmy? Hope he’s not -” “Please forget about that pervert and let’s talk about something more important.” I wish she knew how important the ‘Timmy factor’ was. I wasn’t surprised, since I’d not told her he’d arranged everything. “You’re not going to believe what I’m going to tell you.” “Let me guess, Timmy died atop a girl?”

Tim said with a smile, having recently advanced to an Earthly Immortal. "That's not necessarily true. How do you know he hasn't had an advancement?" Cindy retorted. Tim paused for a moment, smiling bitterly. Deep down, he shared that same concern—especially after Charlie's sudden disappearance following his visit to the Trumans.

Not long after, the car stopped in front of famous fast food in the City. Timmy was jumping in excitement. I held his hand tight, afraid to let him go. He smiled at me and held on me tight too. Timmy and I looked for a vacant table while Caspian was in the counter, ordering our food. Timmy was still ecstatic and couldn't stop talking. “When will I get to see Grandma again?” he asked. I smiled. “Anytime you want, Timmy. She said you could come anytime.” “I'm so happy, Ms. Annika. I don't have a grandma. I have a grandpa, but I don't see him often,” his voice trailed off.

Timothy said with a smile, cutting him off as he turned to Amber and added, "And you must be the dance instructor." "Yes, good day, sir; it's a pleasure to meet you." Amber replied "Same here. Now, I better get home before they think I've gone missing," Timothy joked as he waved at them and left the building. "Is that who I think it is?" Amber asked as they stood watching Tiomthy get into his car. "Yes, it is," Pitts murmured under his breath. "Oh my god, the famous Timothy Crawford of the Crawford group!" Amber exclaimed in shock.

“Fane, have you heard of the saying that goes, ‘Luckiest is he who knows just when to rise and go home’? “Five billion bucks is a lot on its own, and Young Master Turner doesn’t have any money on him anymore. Consider yourself lucky today, being able to wheedle five billion from him,” came Timothy’s response, though laced with arrogance as he gave Fane a crooked smile.