Lil Timmy Novels & Stories

I said happily, Emma was already nodding her head. he laughed before turning the car Around. "Can you tell me about your brothers?" Clinton asked me. "well sure, I have my twin brother Tony, his really nice and friendly, and then there's Chris and Xender, the oldest brothers, they are not twins though but act like twins," I said quietly. Clinton nodded his head, showing that he was listening.

“What’s your name kid?” “Timmy, Sir. Boy, I’m so excited. Wait til I show my friends at school. They’re not gonna believe I have your autograph.” Cody ruffles his hair, my heart squeezes. It’s kind of difficult to be mad at him whilst he’s being so adorable with Timmy.

Elika smiled as the band continued to play, the sound of music filling her ears with sweet bliss. She was sat beside her oldest brother Peter, his smile seeming to brighten the whole room. Peter was exactly a foot taller than Elika, with combat cut black hair. His night black suit giving compliments to his emerald green eyes. Elika giggled before looking around the grand throne room, her eyes landing on Timmy. As usual he was stood beside other soldiers, his black mullet like hair glued to his head with sweat. He stood shorter than most other guards, reaching only 6 foot 1. His navy green suit matching his mossy green eyes, his semi-automatic machine gun by his side.

"Missed it huh?" "I tried holding him in for you but I thought it'd a weird experience for him." Lacey shrugged "Give him some sort of complex." "But 10 fingers, 10 toes, no tail, all that good stuff, right?" Tim took a few tentative steps towards them "Perfect, Timmy, just perfect" Olivia added "You do good work." "It was the first time I've ever had to do....that for the benefit of my friends. Good to see I've still got it." Tim finally got a good look at his biological son. He looked. Baby-ish. Small and red and weird. But, still, pretty cool.

She said softly, her eyes scanning the apartment for Timmy's slender, small body. As she spoke, Timmy burst from beneath the kitchen counter, his small legs pumping furiously as he sprinted toward her. He flung himself into her arms, the impact sending her stumbling backward. She wrapped her arms tightly around Timmy's head, holding him close. "Shh, it's all taken care of now," she whispered, her voice a soothing balm Timmy looked up with his teary blue orbs, his heart beating frenziedly in his chest. “Don't leave me all alone again,” he said in his small voice. “Please.” He begged.

a line set in his jaw, and his brows knitted as he stared straight at Richie. "You know, I like Timmy. You're fierce and brave, hell you're staring right at me and saying that to my face, knowing I could put a bullet in your head and find somebody willing to do better than this," Richie coughed a dry laugh and bobbed his head sideways. "You better clean this mess or we're going to have this conversation with a gun involved and you will be a dead man at the end of it," he asked bawled, and gave Timmy a dismissive wave. Timmy left and drove straight to his joint. His life depended on him finding how his grade of cocaine reached the police.

I say through the mind link. “Is there anything we should know about the kids that were brought in with you? Anything we can do to reassure them? They’re quite upset,” Deacon says, and the girl stops, her gaze moving towards him. “Timmy needs his teddy. It’s a small blue bear. He can’t sleep without it. Corey likes to be cuddled, and Honey has a blanket. It’s beige with daisies on it,” The girl says, and Raff writes down what she says.

Ashley said as she grabbed his arm to prevent him from attacking Tim. "Touch me and you get suspended, I have your CINs contact," Tim threatened. "Just hear the audacity of this guy!" Ethan growled. "Hey you! Thin head! Or Tim head...whatever, just shut up and head inside, we'll let you know when we're done," Suzanne yelled at Tim. "Whatever," Tim shrugged and turned. "I'll be playing video games if you need me." "Like we care about that," Ryan murmured coldly.

I extended my smallest finger and interlocked it with hers. “Pinky swear.” she hugged me tightly, and a knot in my stomach loosened. Timmy watched us with an unreadable expression. For a five-year-old, He was good at maintaining a straight face. “Timmy?” He jumped down from the bed a walked towards me. I took in the sight of his dark hair, just like mine, exactly like mine, Timmy walked over to my side and stood in front of me. He puffed out his chest and raised his head so we could see each other eye to eye.

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.