Future Timmy Turner Novels & Stories

When our whole family saw the death timer for my sister will end on her sixteenth birthday, she became the most important person in the family. She suddenly took priority in everything, from food to dresses, and even bedtime stories. I felt for her, but I was also jealous that she was given everything. However, a day before her sixteenth birthday, my parents locked me up in the storeroom in fear that I would make a mess of things. I kept hammering the door, crying, "Mom, let me out! I'm having a fever, and my head hurts!" Mom didn't believe me. "Just stop! Your sister will die in just a day, and you're playing sick to gain our sympathy?! Don't you understand anything?!" "No…" I tried m

he began, his voice carrying a sense of urgency. "You need to help me get Timothy out of Samyspring. He isn't safe there," He said as they were taking his chains from him. “And why is that? Who is this Timothy?" Carlton asked him as if he did not know who he was talking about. “Timothy is my big brother,' He confessed, and I was in shock.

I yell back. I take them off, no one will notice I’m not wearing them. I slip on the cute heels hopping on one foot then the other, they’re beige on the inside but had clear straps and a chunky clear heel that wasn’t too high. Perfect. How everything fit me, I had no clue but I hope it looks okay. I pull the curtain back and I’m frozen in place. He’s leaned up against the table as he checks his watch. He’s wearing the darkest navy blue dress pants that are styled a bit looser and held up with a black belt at his waist, paired with a light beige short sleeve button up top that’s only done up a little more than half way and tucked in. He has a couple small chains around his neck and black loaf

“Oh, Paul , this is Timothy Kavell - Packard. Timothy, this is Paul Hilton, the Tide’s star catcher.” “Yes, I’m well aware,” Timothy said. “Great game. I’ve watched you for a lot of years.” “You Timothy Kavell who makes the sportswear?” Chris asked. Timothy nodded. "Your Dad still in the business? Timothy gave him a small smile." Yes, he is, but retiring soon " Paul nodded. "Cool. You two come on back. Bryce should be done by now.”

Austin has always proved his father made the right decision in giving him the title. "Not much Torque could get from him. Married to his high school sweetheart, two kids, one in twelve, one sixteen. Nothing out of the ordinary. His past is squeaky clean. Max and I tried to locate Timmons but since moving to Florida, we have no idea where he is." I look over at Chance to see the look of defeat lining his features. This is killing him, and I for one want to know why. "Alright, Candy is blowing up my phone. Something about wedding cakes or some shit. Let's end this shit and keep in touch throughout the week. If any of us get any shit from Alberts, we bring it to the table."

“Dressed? Why? What’s going on?” “The lawyer invited us for a will reading. Totally impromptu.” “Whose will? I don't understand.” “We didn’t know of this too. The lawyer called some minutes ago. Your grandparents had a will set in place. Get dressed. We’ll come pick you up on the way. Say, in 30 minutes time.” “I’ll get ready now.” “See you soon, pumpkin.” “Love you, dad.” She clutched to phone to her heart for a while.

“That will kill you.” He looks at me — really looks — and for a moment I see peace in his expression. “Maybe it’s time something ended.” “Axel, please—” But before I can reach him, the ground trembles. The sky splits open. And from the center of the ruins, a voice rises — cold, mechanical, familiar. > “Reboot complete.” I grab his arm, the wind tearing around us. “What’s happening?” He stares into the light ahead. “The world just remembered us.”

“Not much else to tell. Roger’s private. Keeps his estate locked tighter than a fortress. I’ve been trying to find a way in, but no luck so far.” “Keep trying,” I said quickly. “I need to know if any of this is connected to Emma.” “Emma?” Timmy asked, raising an eyebrow. I looked at Timmy. He was a nice spy. He was even smart and loyal too. But he was handsomely paid each time and I wasn't sure where his loyalty really lay. “Never mind," I replied briskly. Timmy looked at me oddly but he didn't push. He just nodded with a smirk, he knew better than to pry.

“You’re not the boss.” “Well, you asked to see who’s in charge. I’m the one in charge. Now, spill it. We don’t have all day,” Timmy responds with a casual shrug. Sometimes, he surprises me with his ability to appear nonchalant, a trait that can convince others he might be who he claims to be, even though he has a long way to go before becoming a true crime boss—a very, very long way. Conti takes a moment to weigh his options, absentmindedly poking his cheek with his tongue. “I changed my mind.”

I said, trying to keep my voice casual, “I saw you talking to someone earlier. Near the fountain. Was that… Lola?” Tim’s expression shifted, a flicker of surprise crossing his face before he quickly recovered. “Oh, yeah, that was her. What a coincidence, right? She goes to a different school, but who doesn’t know her, right? I ran into her when I was walking here. It was nice to catch up and then she gave me a speech about how my team will lose this Friday.” He brushed it off so casually, like it was nothing. He continued, "We just know some of the same people. It really wasn't nothing,"