Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Timothy Novels & Stories

They would screw you up as long as they were not happy with you! They really did not care who you were! As for Timothy’s name, everyone had heard about him. He studied at Mayberry University and was super fierce. Someone had gotten on his nerves a while ago, and he had brought a group of people to that person’s house and messed him up. Yakob was totally incomparable to Timothy, and he was scared.

“Tomorrow, when the initiation of…what’s his name again?” “Taribo,” Timmy’s invisible double quickly interjected. “…the real Timmy will get an additional seven years…so he’ll die at fifty-six, if he cannot get another initiate…” She proceeded to the section which was mostly occupied by the invisible doubles of foreigners, as her eyes surveyed every nook and cranny of the marine sphere. A strange aura seemed to be present wherever her feet treaded upon. Timmy’s invisible double was simply awed by her beauty, and did not realise when she disappeared and appeared at the watery altar.

"So basically, it's just Timothy being the idiot he is. Feel free to pumble at will." "You instigating bitch! I'll have my vengeances!" Timothy hollered angrily. He peered over Nathan's shoulder, a firm finger pointed towards the snickering Raven. His fingers swirled towards Theós and I, wagging back and forth between the two. "And I'm trying to tell you guys that she's fine! If you don't believe me then ask her yourself!"

If he’d combed his hair in recent history, there was no evidence of it. “Hi, I’m Timothy! It’s so good to meet you at last.” Not knowing what else to do, Billie stuck out her hand, and, after looking at her outstretched palm for a moment, he shook it. ‘Tiger Man’ had strong, tough hands. She could feel the calluses on his palms when he touched her. “Hello, Timothy.” Then, as he studied the expression on her face, his eyes began to twinkle. “Not the place your dates usually take you, huh?”

“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 he used to be a victim of harassment as well.” “The handsome Mr. Tim was once a victim of bullying too?” Nina asked in confusion. Terrence nodded. “When we were in college, Timmy was a loner person. He is an Alpha born out of an illegitimate relationship. He didn’t even know who his father was until now. It made everyone mock him.” “Those kids, never understood how someone suffered. They are looking for their own identity. But on the other hand, they make others victims.” Jane’s Mom replied flatly.

“Child, do not be afraid. Tell me your father’s name.” I lifted my head. My bloodshot eyes were blurred with tears and ashes. I opened my mouth, but my throat felt raw. My voice came out hoarse and broken. “Jeffrey… Quinton.” Timothy’s tall frame jolted. The fury in his eyes shifted to shock and grief. Tears gathered in his sharp gaze. “It is him… It really is him…” he murmured, filled with sorrow and respect. Timothy rose slowly. He turned around, and his eyes, once hardened by battle, locked onto Ethan and Layla like two icy blades.

Penelope's POV Timothy is standing by the back windows with a group of his teammates, a bottle of beer in his hand and Madison pressed against his side like a territorial claim. He's wearing all black jeans and a fitted t-shirt that shows off his hockey-toned physique and looking every inch the bad boy Alpha heir that made half the campus swoon. But when our eyes meet across the room, everything else fades away.

Khloe shouted. Timothy laughed, jerking his head up. His eyes weren't clear and in a far distance. "ThereThere was this girl in my school. Her hair is smooth. Her lips... dammit! Her lips are so soft. S-She's so fragile under my hands and I wanted to violate that weakness. I did... I've done it! Sh-She was so deep and... And she was so warm. Do you know her?" He asked and looked at Tiana, although he didn't recognize my friend under the mask. "Do you?" He asked James this time with a demented smile. "Her name is Bai–" "Don't even say her name!!! I'll fucking kill you!!" Tiana cried out in anger as she pinned Timothy down and punched his face repeatedly. "I'm going to kill you!!!"

Mary’s not waving the cleavers quite so threateningly, and Timothy now looks like a human who’s climbed out of a bog, rather than a bog that’s walking around with a human head. Tim is also looking slightly more bemused than angry and suspicious. “You… found a bunch of people whose first reaction on meeting an angry swamp monster is to… threaten it with a water pistol?” “I found Packmates who are all just as strange as I am, yes,” I say, answering the real question behind the words. “Timothy, just ask Blackmarsh to pull all the mud and stuff off you back into the marsh. Those are tadpoles on your shoulder, they’ll die if they dry out. And that’s your best hacking jacket. Tony and Katie will m

Timothy’s target, a thin man with a twitchy gaze—a low-level snitch for the Nash Rebellion—slipped into the bar and headed for the back exit. "Too bad," Timothy said, sliding off the stool. "I work alone." He didn't wait for a response. He moved through the crowd, a shadow among shadows. He caught the snitch in the alleyway behind the bar, slamming him against the damp brick. "The leak," Timothy hissed, his forearm pinned against the man's throat. "Give me the name." The man gasped, his eyes bulging. Timothy leaned in, his mind racing through the fragments of intel he’d gathered. He could feel someone behind him. That same heavy, predator heat. Gideon.