Oddparents Timmy Novels & Stories

so quietly only I could hear, and I knew she meant the divorce papers. "There's one more person joining us," Damien said as we walked toward the parking garage. "My friend Zac, hope that's okay, he's been dying to meet the designer everyone's been talking about." I tensed slightly at the idea of a stranger joining us but nodded, reminding myself this was just lunch, just a normal social interaction that normal people did. When we reached Damien's car there was already someone leaning against it, a tall man with dark hair and an easy smile that reminded me uncomfortably of Kian's practiced charm.

I almost laughed imagining Timothy as a pre-teen, so innocent and full of wonder. “Hey, I was all about the Fantastic Four,” Timothy continued, brushing the bangs out of his eyes. “Sometimes I wish I could stretch my arms that long, or even be impenetrable like The Thing!”

Nic looked at me and I hated that I was thinking about the cabin, which meant my face was not as serious as it should have been. I nodded to avoid them staring too long. "You need to tell us everything." "Ok. Fatty is my boss." he held onto the wound on his thigh that was gushing blood and at that rate, He would die from the wound infection than from any bullet I was going to shoot him with. "Does fatty have a real name?" He blinked once, twice and I stepped closer, catching a whiff of something unpleasant from him. "Finn Connolly. But we all call him fatty, everyone calls him fatty."

a guard explained, Carson was not having it, He held himself from strangling this guard in front of him. “So you mean to say a sixteen or seventeen year’s seventeen-year-old girl subdued four of my best men” he asked unbelievably. They went ahead to narrate how everything went, he still couldn’t find their story plausible because he couldn’t believe a teenager could fight off his best men, even though she was a HYBRID. It should be nearly impossible for her to do that. CARSON’S POV Watching as they shivered in fear including my second in command was not something I wanted but I hate it when things are not done well.

“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.

She heard footsteps in the hallway, light, quick, familiar, and turned just as her bedroom door burst open. “Mommy!” A small blur of energy launched itself at her and Jessica caught him, laughing despite everything. Timothy Severus Pearson, nine years old, all long limbs and golden hair and eyes that were heartbreakingly, impossibly blue. Eyes just like his uncle’s. “Timmy,” she said, hugging him close. “I thought you were at school.” “Bianca picked me up early. She said something happened. She said…” He pulled back, looking at her with worry far too mature for his age. “She said Grandpa died.”

She giggles a lot now, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen her as happy as I see her now. “I don’t…” I begin but I let the words trail off because the door opens and next to Timothy stands complete perfection. From his dark hair to a beard that would put a king in Ancient Greece to shame, to his amazing, fit frame, he’s the very picture of what a man should be. A real man, “know how I could refuse,” I say softly and thankfully, Brittney doesn’t giggle so I don’t have to smack her. “Sydney,” Timothy says, “I’d like you to meet my best friend and my best man. This is Jonas.”

Olivia asked, pulling him out of the depths of his memory. Tim shook his head slightly, taking a slow sip of his coffee to steady his voice. "Ethan Wellman is a difficult man, I must say. He holds more in than he lets on, and he finds it hard to be impressed by... well, anything." Olivia gave a thoughtful, "Mmm." "But not to worry," Tim added, the conviction in his eyes sharp enough to draw blood. "There is no rock I won't crack." Just then, Timothy’s phone beeped—a call from an unknown number. He leaned over, picking it up with a curt, formal tone. "Hello, this is Tim Dorian."

Elijah looked relaxed and as enthusiastic as ever, but Timmy's expression was starting to disquiet me. His brows were drawn down, harsher than I had ever seen them. His doe brown eyes looked almost black. Timmy wasn't feeling sick from the river, and he wasn't some ordinary child. He wouldn't be standing there like a statue unless something had deeply unsettled him. I spent more time with him than anyone else in the clan. "Timmy...?" My fingers gingerly touched the top of his orange curls. It was like a dam broke. I watched in horror as tears suddenly streamed down his face, and his round cheeks turned to me, puffed up. His chipped teeth were placed back into the weirdest grimace.

"My name's Timmy. These guys were beating me up when this dog showed up and stopped them." Rhychard nodded as he walked over to Kree and ran his hand down the coshey's back. :Easy, boy. We don't need this kind of trouble in the daylight.: He turned his head to the three against the fence. "Three to one, huh? You guys are pretty tough in numbers. Timmy must be some kind of badass since it took three of you to take him. What did he do?"