Lil Timmy Novels & Stories

,' he paused. 'Luke is here with an empty stomach.' Suzanne looked up at him sharply. 'That's why this timer is here...if you don't get over there in 5 minutes' time...Luke will eat the hamburger!' Ethan told her firmly. Suzanne felt like all the air had been knocked out of her...,'Luke will eat the hamburger?!' she whispered in incredulity as her eyes landed on Luke. Luke smiled smugly and licked his lips for effect. He waved at her.

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.

Our parents are shit, especially the guy who thinks he can control us. "Of course, little sunshine. You can live here, what do you think? I can talk to our parents and convince them. It can't be all bad, right?" "Thank you" she murmurs, giving me an awkward hug. I kiss her head and mess up her hair. She complains, but is smiling when she goes back to the sofa. It takes thirty minutes before I cross the front of Midnight's house and find Timmy standing by the front door, cigarette in mouth and frowning. I can tell by the way he keeps staring at the ground that he hasn't noticed my car approaching. Which, of course, makes me furious.

“A little boy. Dark hair. Still in his spiderman Jammies? Maybe angry too? Walking willingly to his doom?” "Oh, trust me," Timmy chuckled, his voice faintly echoing in the big hall. "A boy in Spiderman jammies would be hard to miss." He winked. I had no clue what was so funny about wearing spiderman jammies. But maybe I was too freaked out to understand or appreciate his sense of humour. All I could see or sense right now was his staggering assholeness that I didn't have time for. When I did nothing but stared up at him with pure frustration, he lifted his hands in defeat.

He belongs to the supernaturals but not as an Angel or a demon. • Timothy Jones: He's a seventeen-year-old bunny boy (has bunny teeth). He's 179cm tall (5'10ft) and weighs around 65 kg (143 lbs). MBTI type: ISFJ. He's cute as hell, owning the shiniest pair of big doe eyes. Not to forget that he's a muscle pig, protective of everyone he loves. Timothy is a coconut head with thick brownish hair. This stupid boy took up special tests and studied hard to jump a year, and as a result, he's in the same year as Sofia and Scarlet. Being the youngest, he's cherished and protected by everyone even though a single punch from him can break the opponent's jaw. Favorite color: Red. Zodiac: Virgo. He has a

Still, his curiosity kept growing, and it felt like his peace was at stake if he didn’t ask. “Jacob, let’s head out already. I’ll get the new gaming system. This time I’m going all in — I want to shop for all the best versions out, buddy. But before that, we’re going out for fun,” Timmy said playfully in his usual tone. He always had that friendly smile on his face. Actually, this was a side of Timmy that not many knew. He treated others differently from how he treated Jacob — almost as if there was some kind of connection between them.

"Apparently Fat Boy told some of his boys and they spread it around. I just overheard them. People don't pay attention to me because I'm just a young kid." Rhychard opened his eyes and glanced at the empty loveseat. :Kree?: "I thought I told you to stay away from those people. You could get hurt." "I can take care of myself," Timmy said with puffed up bravado. :I am here, Warrior.: :I need you to check something out for me if you can.: He quickly told the coshey about Timmy's call and what Karl told him yesterday. He wasn't sure why Bertram Leary would be kidnapping people unless Karl was right and they were food for his sister, but he needed to try and do something to save them.

MR. NOBODY “Mommy! Noooo!” Laughter echoed through Ellen Danvers’ small kitchen as she knelt and bent her son Timmy backward over her knee. He giggled while she pretended to lose her grip. “Jeez, you’re heavy! What’ve you been eating? Hippos?” His face split into a toothy grin. “N-no! Just p-puppies!” “PUPPIES!” She shook him in mock fury. “That’s it! You’re gonna get it!”

I asked He comes close till we are a finger apart and whisper "you!! '' I choke on my saliva as I try to understand "what do you mean me? " I look up to see him smiling and I am loss of words ." Look I really don't have the time for this" I said as I try to walk away and he grabs me and pulls me close that I could smell his lavender scent, oh my goodness it's so calming wait what am I doing again!! ,...he says so that only both of us could hear " but I have plenty of time for you little mate"

Luke stands upright while helping me to do the same; entering the living room where we find the boys sitting around doing their homework as soft classical music plays in the background; the boys are home schooled. "Hi guys, how is everyone tonight?" Luke asks sitting on the couch next to Timmy. "Okay," Timmy responds looking frustrated as he furrows his eyebrows at his homework sheets he's trying to do. "What's wrong, Timmy?" Luke asks concerned as I carefully sit on the floor at the coffee table with Konner, Kollin, Camden and Asher as Tyler enters the room from the stairs. "I can't figure out this math problem," Timmy whines.