Oddparents Timmy Novels & Stories

How was your journey back home? Timothy : Don't try to change the topic. Thankfully, I'm good at multitasking so I can talk about two things at once. My journey was fine. I went to work today and it was extremely boring because you are not here anymore. And as for the other topic, I think that those reasons you gave me are not good enough. You are afraid, and you are hiding behind your reasons. Obviously the guy was good with words. Chloe thought. And why the hell did he have to be so right?

Hands stuffed in his pockets, he stood in front of me and mocked them, "What a bunch of phonies. You'd think it was their mom who died." Rude, arrogant, shameless—those were the words people used to describe Timothy. If my life was like a machine repeating the same routine, then Timothy was the unnoticed screw that could come loose whenever it wanted. He extended his hand to me with a grin. "You've got guts. I like that." My heart skipped a beat, and his seemingly simple action reignited my will to live. Later that night, Dad summoned me home for a family dinner. The moment I walked in, an ashtray flew past my head.

I said as I hugged one of Clyde's legs. "Jacob... Calm down... Tell me everything..." he said and held my arm to assure me that everything was going to be alright. "Clyde... There's two people, who were so weird and introduced themselves to me... The first one is a middle-age man and his name is Timothee. I... I was scared of him but there's something within me that says it's like I've known him for a long time. And there's this guy, sama as our age whose name is Minhyun SEO. And I look just like him," I said while trying to calm myself down.

Her tone softened, almost pleading. "Matthew, let's talk about this at home, all right? There are too many people here. Don't cause a scene." "Cause a scene?" I gave a bitter laugh. "Isn't our family already the biggest joke in the world?" Tim's eyes were red, his lips pressed so tightly together they turned white, refusing to let the tears fall. He stared at the cold, unfamiliar woman before him—the very one who used to spin him around in joy when he got a perfect score, who used to cry when he scraped his knee, and who once treated him like the apple of her eye.

One of them replied. I gazed at all of them as I tried to calm my Alpha. 'Stupid instinct why should I care' I looked away to avoid their nervous looks. "Ew Jacob you have a dirty kink for a high schooler." one of them said. I wasn't paying attention anymore since we are near the infirmary. The nurse told us the bad news. Timmy won't be able to play the role for an entire week. He got a fractured knee and needs to be treated at the hospital soon. We waited for the nurse and a few minutes later the ambulance siren was heard from the distance.

One of the Alpha members actually turned away trying not to laugh. Cowards. Timmy looked deeply traumatized. “Busy?” he repeated weakly. “Yes.” “With… smelling your husband?” Jacob choked slightly behind me while I looked at Timmy like he was the stupid one in this conversation. “Yes,” I answered calmly. “Do you have another update or are you interrupting my emotional support activity for no reason?” That completely broke one Alpha member who started coughing violently to hide his laughter. Timmy looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him whole.

Timothy came barreling through the mountain-sized double doors, tucking his shirt into his pants and doing up the last two buttons on top. Only then did Aubrianne notice the staff closer to the doorway. "Well, now that my eldest son is here, late as usual, but most important here, let me introduce you all," Theo states. Timothy was tall and slender, almost as tall as their father. He had dark brown hair, cut low and skillfully marked. A defined jawline, a Roman nose, and medium-sized lips. You can see that he had some muscles, not much but some. "Ok, guys, first, let me introduce you all to my daughter's friend, Jada," he gestured to Jada. With a hand swept over to his family, "And Jada, thi

Justin glanced outside the door and didn't see any adults. "I'm looking for my mommy." Timmy patted his chubby tummy; he had run away from home and had heard this address from a guy named Nolan Cunningham and made his way here. He was searching for his mother. "But, there's no mommy here except for my own," Justin shook his head. "You've got the wrong place." Timmy looked up at the house number and said, "I'm not wrong, it's here." "Seriously, your mommy isn't here." Justin tried to close the door, but Timmy darted inside.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did I embarrass her, Timothy?” Timothy gave a soft chuckle. “No, Ma’am. It actually suits Rebecca. She is my baby girl.” I smacked his arm. “You too.” “Ma’am? How about you call me… Mom? Or you can just call me… Carol.” The spoon Timothy had been holding clattered against his plate for no apparent reason. He let out an awkward laugh and suddenly excused himself. “Sorry, Mom. Tim can be really stubborn. He ate nachos earlier—even though he’s lactose intolerant. Now his stomach’s acting up,” I said, shaking my head.

When the bell ring all the little leave the playground while i stay on the floor until i see a shadow towering over me, i look up and see timy. "What are you doing here little girl" ~timy "The meanie girl pulled my hair and pushed me" i say with a pout "Did you tell your teacher" ~timy I nod and tell him she got corner time "Then why is the little girl crying" he ask and scoop me up "I want daddy" i pout