Moby X Tim Novels & Stories

- Bobby Bobby and Timot attack the hunter but was push away by its claw attack a small cut can be seen on their arms and not even a single hit has been connected to the Hunter Bobby and Timothy simultaneously attack the hunter again but it was too agile! and adopt to dodge so quickly!! Timothy recklessly assaults the hunter behind but the hunter side stepped!! "Timot!"- Bobby the hunter immediately clawed Timot using its claw downward! "BARRIER!"- Bobby BOBBY/MANA: 80/100 *shrrank!* the barrier has been destroyed again but thanks to this the attack of the hunter is lessened and it only scratch Timothy's right shoulder

pounding as she reached the door. She could sense his presence inside, his aura a turbulent mix of emotions. She hesitated for a moment before pushing the door open and stepping inside.Xavier was there, standing by the window, his back to her. He didn’t turn around as she entered, but she knew he was aware of her. The room was filled with a tense silence, the air thick with unspoken words.“Timbre,” Xavier’s voice was low, almost a growl. “Where have you been?”She closed the door behind her, steeling herself. “I needed to clear my head. There’s something I need to talk to you about.”He finally turned to face her, his eyes burning with an intensity that made her breath catch. “Talk.”Timbre to

My spine was rigid, careful not to lean too much. It didn't help when he breathed a laugh, "did you get enough snacks for an army, little one?" He asked Timmy with what I could only assume was ease, since I was careful to avoid looking at him. "Of course I did! I want us all to be a' supa' healthies and strong!" I could only listen as he and Timmy conversed naturally. He seemed to be in a much better mood now... but how long would it last? I had no idea what Morax's intentions were. His mood swings were chaotic.

There’s some old werewolf hunting traditions that nobody pays much attention to any more, but they’d explain some of the cave paintings. I get the impression people treat Timothy as a kind of Tony Mark Two. They look pretty similar, except Tim’s maybe thirty years younger. Both got a temper. Both great with horses. Both smart, I guess, except Tim takes it for granted that he’s one of the smartest people he knows. Tony doesn’t. He allows other people to be smart too. I’m kind of banking on that. Tim’s thinking about how to get the better of Badger’s Den, how to get even with them, what angle he needs to take to get them dealt with. Tim’s loyal to Blackmarsh, and wants to make sure it comes ou

"Mr. Grayson, stop staring. Let's get that wound treated." Tim walked over with a medical kit, teasing him. A bodyguard brought over a chair for Xavier. "It's just a scratch. It'll heal in a few days." Tim examined the wound and said casually, "Didn't expect you to invite Chloe Bishop. Putting three women together like that—aren't you worried they'll start a fight?" Xavier shot him a cold look. "You talk too much." Tim chuckled as he dressed the wound, sneaking glances toward Chloe. "Tsk. Your ex-wife gets more stunning every time I see her. No wonder so many people are into her."

“Mr. Roberts, I’ve told you that I already have...” “Mr. Mysterious, huh?” Tim interjected, his tone laced with disdain. “After you claimed that Mr. Mysterious is superior to me, I conducted a thorough investigation. In Hadale, there are indeed only two individuals around your age who surpass me in terms of excellence, namely Cristofer, and Justin. Therefore, Estelle, it is clear that Mr. Mysterious can’t be wealthier or more influential than me. Perhaps such a man doesn’t exist at all; he is merely a figment of your imagination.”

And the more unfounded that hatred was, the better the mileage. Mabry crooned in Betty’s ear. Her breath like dead mice in a crawlspace. “The abomination ends.” Before Betty could ask the woman what she meant by that, the crowd swallowed them alive. In the heat of their guts, Tim planted a kiss on Betty’s lips, more passionate than any since before Robby was born. “We’ll get you a sign,” he said. ***

I call Joey. "Hey, Piper. What's the word? How's Moby?" Joey's normally a fairly laid back guy, he and Moby have very similar personalities. Their primary goal in life is to make people smile, to see them happy. I hate hearing the anxiety and trepidation in his voice.

"Wow! Look at you. My little brother is all grown up and dishing out advice. How did you get to be so smart?" Tim smiled in return before saying, "well, spending most of my time alone allows me to watch a lot of videos on social media. I follow so many relationship coaches and watch all their videos. Mostly because I want to do right by Miley." Cindy laughed hard. "Your motivation is impressive Tim. Miley is a very lucky girl. The problem with your advice is that Maya is very sly. She has so many schemes up her sleeves and I am no match for her shameless and extreme behavior.

The door opened, making Xavier's hand loosely drop from her hair as an oblivious Timothy walked through the door, on his hands stacks and stacks of files that made Xavier raise his brows. He spared a glance at Maya when he felt her lips on his shaft alarmed. He had expected her to stop the assault on his cock now they had company. But she licked her lips and he shook his head warningly, knowing what she was about doing if the mischievous quirky grin she gave to him was anything to go with. "Timothy mmm__" he gulped audibly and Timothy looked at him alarmed, even as his hand fisted on Maya's hair fell limply at the side of his chair, as she went down on him again.