Oddparents Timmy Novels & Stories

"Timothy is so kind. When he saw that I couldn't afford food, he brought extra food from home to share with me. I know he's a really nice guy, though he's stubborn and claims to be a picky eater. "Mom and Dad haven't given me any money for basic living expenses in six months. I must be the luckiest guy in the world to have met Timothy in high school. If it weren't for him, I'd probably have starved to death by now. "That gang showed up to pick on me again. They called me a moron and a worthless bastard. Just when I thought I was going to take another beating, Timothy showed up with his friends. He really is my best friend."

I ran my hands up his arms, over his shoulders and up to the tie. “Ready?” I asked. He grunted at me. I tugged on the tie and let the blindfold fall. The crowd roared and there was a chorus of happy birthdays echoing the room. He immediately tensed and froze in place. His parents came forward and hugged him. He greeted them nicely, but I could see how tense he was. One by one people came to see him and wish him a happy birthday. I melted my way into the crowd and found myself talking to his mum in a corner. I looked over and my eyes met with Logan’s, he didn’t look happy with me at all.

“But we don't have time for this. We'd discuss that later. Now, we needed to strap the male and I needed to think of every method of interrogation Father had managed to install into me.” “You make it sound so casual,” Simon sighed, clenching his fist and dropping his gaze. “But you got me out, you gave me a life back.” Rolling my eyes, I grabbed the male from the ground. We had less than two hours before the sun was up. And even less before the castle somehow realized we were missing.

He just stared at Timothy with something cold in his gray eyes and then looked away like he was bored. Something chilling moved through me. Timothy was answering my mother's questions in short, unbothered sentences concrete dislodged from the upper ledge, structural issue, nobody was hurt and I stood beside him and couldn't stop thinking about Tad's face. The absence of surprise on it. Timothy didn't have enemies that I knew of. He was private, kept to himself, barely showed up to family events. Also Tad was the rightful Davenhall heir, Timothy was his stepbrother from a different mother, had no claim to the company, no reason to be anyone's target

Business complications could pull Alexander’s attention away from her and from their dangerous new dynamic. Twenty minutes later, Alexander returned with a tall, sharply dressed man in his mid-forties. Marcus Hale had salt-and-pepper hair like Alexander, but sharper features, calculating gray eyes, and an expensive tailored shirt that screamed power. He carried himself with the confidence of someone who always got what he wanted. “Marcus,” Alexander said, gesturing to the table. “This is my daughter Lily, and her best friend Mia Thompson. Ladies, Marcus Hale my longtime business partner.” Marcus’s eyes swept over the table, lingering a second too long on Mia before he offered a charming smil

“Timothy’s my little brother. He’s a player, and a charmer, and maybe a better rider even than Katie. He’s also… Uh. Um. Okay. Blackmarsh… chooses its master. Or mistress, but at the moment, the head of the family is Tony, so Tony is the master of Blackmarsh, but Tony has physical limitations, so Tim is his deputy. Tim commands the Marsh. Or maybe can let the Marsh command him. Or maybe it’s both. He becomes a sort of human-marsh hybrid demigod thing. The rest of the time Tim usually acts like a giant goofball. Don’t fall for the act. “So that’s the adults. The kids will be at school, they won’t get back until later. Dhriti and Jasmit are fourteen and not twins. Nick and Nat are eleven, and

I almost say it out. " Tim's single mum works as a vet. She's like the mother you never had. " His nose is feeling my ear lobe. " Not to mention your mother ... I know a lot more about the life you think was yours. " He is sniffing me, his lips are now under my ear as he begins to walk backwards while still holding me, helping me to walk towards the bathroom door. " And each time you try to fuck with me again, Tim would have a bullet in his head first. "

We all live in The Omen Dorms, the dorms people over-hype. Timothy Waldorf, or Tim as we like to call him, is a bit of a jokester, or so he likes to think, and once he starts talking, he can't seem to stop. He's like a golden retriever with his fluffy blonde hair and big brown eyes that always seem to be pleading for attention. Ant Kashida, on the other hand, is the definition of cold and chill. He sleeps a lot, but he's around here and there, though I've never seen him smile or laugh and when he does it almost seems forced.

"Missed it huh?" "I tried holding him in for you but I thought it'd a weird experience for him." Lacey shrugged "Give him some sort of complex." "But 10 fingers, 10 toes, no tail, all that good stuff, right?" Tim took a few tentative steps towards them "Perfect, Timmy, just perfect" Olivia added "You do good work." "It was the first time I've ever had to do....that for the benefit of my friends. Good to see I've still got it." Tim finally got a good look at his biological son. He looked. Baby-ish. Small and red and weird. But, still, pretty cool.

“I understand how you feel right now, madam. I tried to smile and caress her back. Inserted a spirit for him. The door was opened from the outside, Terrence came in carrying a few main course menus. Terrence gave the food to Jane and her mom. Then Terrence thrust me a box of potato hotdog snacks with mozzarellas cheese filling. “I just realized one thing, sweetheart,” Terrence said to me. I raised one of my eyebrows in surprise. “Realizing one thing? One thing about what, Love?” Terrence took a deep breath like gathering something in his mind. “Mr. Tim... you mean one of my friends in college a few years ago. He’s not my classmate, we’re just in the same class. His real name is Timmy