Lil Timmy Novels & Stories

Justin glanced outside the door and didn't see any adults. "I'm looking for my mommy." Timmy patted his chubby tummy; he had run away from home and had heard this address from a guy named Nolan Cunningham and made his way here. He was searching for his mother. "But, there's no mommy here except for my own," Justin shook his head. "You've got the wrong place." Timmy looked up at the house number and said, "I'm not wrong, it's here." "Seriously, your mommy isn't here." Justin tried to close the door, but Timmy darted inside.

He was an odd child. I glanced down at him, and I was surprised when he looked up at me at the same time. "Oh, my dad studied them. He was really smart, he said when I was older he woulda teach me too!" I paused on the route to the workshop, frowning. "Was?" I ventured softly, unable to hide my curiosity. Elijah always said I had no tact. "Where is he now?" Timmy's palm dropped from my cargo pants. To my surprise, he began walking on his own. His grin was obnoxiously bright when he suddenly started running.

Lil Six was a networker, he knew many people, it would be best for him to handle this. Indeed, Lil Six soon told Jasper about some information that he found out about Timmy. He claimed that Timmy had been good for nothing, and made a living out of women's money. He had conned many old women out of their money, and he had been eyeing Ruby lately.

~~18 years old~~ Trevor alighted from the old beat-up truck he often drove and sprinted inside the clinic. He halted by the reception desk and puffed out a breath whilst holding his side. The blonde sitting in the tiny cubicle tilted her slender brows as she stared at him. "I am Trevor Williamson. My mom is here." The receptionist, whose name on her badge reads Charity nodded. She fixed the glasses she had slid down her nose to assess the boy who looked to be in his late teenage years back to her face.

Someone clear throat and i look towards Simon who's looking at me with his one brow upward. "She's hot maybe I just try my luck to talk with her" said Timmy coming towards the table and sat down. Don't know listening to him I don't feel good. "Yeah that's She's you know I can talk to her in five seconds and have her number in 50 seconds " Simon said. They both start to looking at her back.

"You're just angry that my dick is bigger than your boy toy's!" "Keep dreaming Little Timmy." "I am not little! I'll have you know that I'm well above average!" Hearing and seeing the water splash around, I knew that Timothy was moving away to grab a robe to cover himself with. "And don't call me Timmy!" "See? Now I just have to keep callin' you Timmy." "And I'll have to call you Ray-Ray." "Ew. No." "Exactly." Timothy grabbed another rob, motioning for me to stand up. "C'mon sweetie pie! Let's get you out of this tub so you can get dressed and eat."

Luke looked at Timmy boldly. "Why? Is there a rule that I can't join even though I'm the youngest here? Are you afraid that I will overpower and embarrass you?" Timmy pounded the table angrily. "You child who doesn't know himself! Just get out of here. You don't belong here. You'd better just take a nap in your room." Luke knew it was physically impossible to fight Timmy and the other kids. Not only is he the youngest, his body is indeed petite. Luke pushed the table and pointed at Timmy. "Let's see which of us doesn't deserve to be here, you or me!"

To tell the truth, I didn't completely zone out, I just didn't want to listen to her anymore. "Leave the damsel alone jules, I'm sure she's had enough of your stories" Timmy sent a wink past me obviously proud of himself for saving a damsel in distress. He's been like that ever since I joined the team, all flirty and sweet, it was so easy to fall for him and let him into your pants but I have been over this before and believe me when I say history aint repeating itself, if you know what I mean . But all in all, he's a great guy.

Timmy suddenly asked, seeing how I was still analyzing my look in the mirror. While Gloom was all about enthusiastically suggesting beautiful things to me, Timmy was more of the timid one. He makes sure that I liked whatever they put on me. He was also the one who styled my hair and nails. I smiled at his worried face. “I like everything about it. You guys did a great job.” Timmy continued looking at me, knowing I still had something to say. I exhaled loudly. “I guess I’m just nervous, that’s all.” I shrugged.

ALLISON Both our heads snapped toward the door to meet the new visitors, or rather, the audience. Three figures framed the doorway; The Leader, Lacey, and Dr. Miyuki, the head of the clinic. It was the greying, diminutive doctor who had spoken. She stood beside the Leader, one hand tucked into her pristine white lab coat, a stethoscope draped around her neck. Her silver hair, the only betrayal of her fifty-plus years, was cropped into a sharp bob that barely brushed her slender shoulders.