Moby X Tim Novels & Stories

"Mom? Mother!" Harrison didn't flinch. Instead, a profound sadness washed over his face, his eyes glassing over with a regret so deep it looked like an old wound. "You are all grown up now," Harrison whispered. He reached out a trembling hand, a reflex to touch the boy he had once betrayed. "Don’t you dare!" Tim spat, backing away as if Harrison were a leper. "I asked you again—who are you and what are you doing here!" Harrison continued as if he were in a world of his own, where Timothy’s anger was the only honest thing left. "Though your face might be changed... your eyes... those deep, piercing brown eyes... they are just like your father’s."

Christ, I shudder for a second as my hands instinctively reach out again behind him, but he moves away as Moby starts jumping on him cheerfully and playful. "Oh, who is it?" "Moby. My friend." "Moby. I like it. ”She strokes his back, and Moby licks his palm he starts crawling around his legs. "Are you back?" I asked him as he got up from his squat and looked at my face. "Only for the weekend." I can't help but feel disappointed with his answers. "And yes?" Why so short? ”I scold and reveal my impatience to him, and he approached a few inches while we were still standing in the doorway.

"Mr Yolando, our boss..." One guy tried to caution but Sebastian cut him off. "It's fine. Let's show him, shall we? Xander, to the ring." Xander's heart skipped a beat. There is no way on earth he's sparing with Sebastian. "No no. I'm good. Timothy is better than I am." He glanced at Timothy, who was glaring at him, "Isn't that right, Timothy?" "I'd love to but my throat hurts, so..." Dante snickered, "you fight with your fists and legs, not with your oesophagus, Timothy. Are you that scared?" He turned to Sebastian, "you're that good, huh?"

"Nice catch. But let's keep this quiet until I verify it." Marlin said, "You promised me something." Mobius teased, "I wouldn't joke around with you, Mr. Trickster." Marlin responded, "Hey, don't label me." Mobius chuckled. "Only if the label is accurate." Marlin warned, "One more joke, and you're on your own next time." Mobius conceded, "Got it, got it. I'm done." When Abigail walked into her room, Xander was there, dressed in a crisp white shirt and black pants. He sat on an armchair, absorbed in something on his tablet.

No wonder these two were hopping like rabbits on each other, the very first day when they met each other here, in this pack land. “Plus you were mopping about some fucking Timz whom we could never trace. We were always chasing some fucked up red herring. I am pretty sure you banged your fucking head on a rock and imagined the whole fucked up thing. I have never heard of a 10 year old, bald headed girl before and that too with some fucking tattoo,” Xeon huffed. Kyler's eyes narrowed and he slapped his Beta's head from the back. “She is Timz, asshole,” he revealed while pointing the back of his thumb towards me, making Xeon drop his jaw.

"As if! That being said, feel free to ask me anything you like! I will provide you with answers to the best if my abilities." "All right. What do you think about..." We talked for a considerable amount of time. While I was unaware of the time, I was aware that we had been talking for a considerable amount of time. This was due to the moon, which made it difficult for us to accurately monitor the passage of time. Lia had also arrived to join in, and Elysia had already gone to sleep. Sia is more of what might be described as an introvert, and as a result, she constantly chooses to be alone herself.

Apart from that, her eyes were hurting because of the animals feathers that got into her eyes. Tim got to the get and saw Mr. Robbie and his wife driving in. He slowed down and spoke with them, “I don't know that we were heading to the same place.” “Yes. And I can see your ancestors everywhere,” he teased when he saw wandering albatrosses. They laughed happily and Tim thanked him again, “Thank you for your help.” “It is my pleasure.”

“Well, maybe. But Maddison isn’t a klutz. Jane is.” “Drop her the text. I will do you the favor of passing by her place if that will keep you at rest. Is that fine?” “Yes. Thank you.” The drive to Maddison’s was not silent and awkward as Clara had imagined. Mira was indeed a ball full of life and damn, she’s so blunt. In Mira's way of making Clara comfortable, she turned the music so high that Clara could barely hear a thing she was saying. “What is your major?” Clara managed to scream over the loud bang of beats.

I have my laptop opened in front of me so I look occupied. ME:: {Yeah? which one did you listen to?} TIM:: {I can’t remember. But if I call you, I bet I can sing it for you} ME:: {I’ll pass. I’m in class, but thanks for the offer.} TIM:: {Okay. I can’t wait for thanksgiving.} ME:: {Geez. Is Ellie that bad at sucking cock?} TIM:: {stop it.}

The only difference between these two is their outfits and haircuts. "Well then we'll get to know who the real mole is, if they leave and nothing happens, we'll know it's one of them. If something happens when they're gone then... that'll just be a bummer," Roxy says. "Alright then, I guess I can leave," Tim says standing up but Jim pulls him back to his seat. "Oh no, we're not done yet. You're friends with Sabrina, right?" Jim asks his twin brother. "Well... Not really friends, we just talk 'cause her and Blake know each other, nothing more," Tim sighs.