Novel & Cerita Oddparents Timmy

Mary said, playfully touching Tiffany on the arm, "We're friends aren't we? Friends tell each other things. So tell me, are you really seeing Shawn Gold?" Tiffany looked around. Almost all eyes in the hallway were on them, and people were slowing down their steps, hoping to catch some of the conversation. Tiffany wondered how best to tackle the situation, but before she could make up her mind, her saviour arrived in the form of a six foot, three-inches tall dark-skinned boy named Timothy. "What's good?" he said, flashing everyone a bright, straight-teethed smile as he swung a friendly arm over Tiffany's shoulders. He towered over all four girls effortlessly.

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

When our whole family saw the death timer for my sister will end on her sixteenth birthday, she became the most important person in the family. She suddenly took priority in everything, from food to dresses, and even bedtime stories. I felt for her, but I was also jealous that she was given everything. However, a day before her sixteenth birthday, my parents locked me up in the storeroom in fear that I would make a mess of things. I kept hammering the door, crying, "Mom, let me out! I'm having a fever, and my head hurts!" Mom didn't believe me. "Just stop! Your sister will die in just a day, and you're playing sick to gain our sympathy?! Don't you understand anything?!" "No…" I tried m

They are all dressed in the same attire, just that Richard and Tommy look way younger than the other two. Richard was four years older than me, and we used to be so fucking close when we were kids. We had two brothers who were both our seniors, but because of the age gap, those two hardly hung out with us. They were more like our father's prodigies, always attending meetings with him and making serious decisions about the family. They had no time to fool around with us as kids, but we still bonded as a family and shared some good memories together. But at a point, Richard withdrew from everyone and started doing things secretly, making me feel like he hated me or something.

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.

Why was my life such a freaking nightmare? My phone pinged alerting me of a video call and I answered once I saw who it was. "Guess who just dropped in!" Zach gushed and just seeing his face immediately put me in a good mood. He was one of the few people who had wormed their way into my life by being there when I started having problems with my parents. "Don't tell me Kushi convinced you to come to keep me company" I gasped, my eyes widening as I saw the familiar setting behind him. He was definitely at the resort. Zach rolled his eyes.

Also, he could read anyone's thoughts if he wanted, but he believed it was a privacy invasion, and he only did it when necessary. Right now, he had tried his best not to, but he couldn't help himself as several women in the club had his name in their thoughts. "Hello, beauties," Trevor mumbled. He nodded toward the bartender, who had a huge grin and was about to take his order. "Dirty martini." He husked, and the bartender, whose name on his badge reads Timmy nodded. "I'll take sex on the beach." The redhead in the two women winked, then turned to Trevor.

“ Call me Noah, when we are not in the office. I couldn’t find the keys to lock the door from outside. I couldn’t leave you naked in the bed with the door unlocked. “ He points out. “ Oh, thank you…Noah. “ I whisper, an awkward silence falls over before Tim decides to come out of his room. “ Good morning Em, who is this man? “ He asks, scared as to why I have a grown up man in my house. Morty has made him afraid of grownup men. He feels intimidated. “ Come here, he isn’t one of the bad men. He is my friend. “ I lie, he actually is one of the bad men, at least in my mind but Tim doesn’t need to know that. “ Hello, my name is Timothy. “ Tim extends his hands for a hand shake. Noah forwards his

This time, I accepted Dante's offer without hesitation. Timothy suddenly appeared out of nowhere. He had a sly look on his face as he held Dante's hand. "Mr. Hughes, it's me—Timmy! You must be here to teach me how to run a business, right? Don't worry. I'll work hard under your guidance!" Dante's eyes scanned Timothy as he remained silent in thought. He then retracted his hand from Timothy's grasp. "Who are you? I've never seen you before."

It felt like those eyes of his could see straight into the depths of her soul. "Bev, why aren't you here yet? The play is about to start! If you stand me up, I'll hate you! Timmy's in a bad mood. Don't all little boys like Tooley the Gigantic Monkey?" Anna's loud voice burst through the phone, shattering the quiet. Beverly's heart skipped a beat, and her tone became uneven. "Timmy… He lived abroad until he was five, so he's barely watched any local Laridian shows or plays. He's more into robots and superheroes. You…"