Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Timothy Novels & Stories

Alpha Timothy from the Blood rose pack chuckled at how sore Patrick is. Timothy is in his late twenties. He has dark brown eyes and blond hair. He is tall and has a beefy muscular physic. He has a sharp hawk-like nose and fair skin tone. His lips are thin. He can be called handsome. His refined manners and good dressing sense added to his charming smile would make woman vying for his attention. He indulges with women occasionally but never keeps them around for long. He is yet to find his mate. "A young man who is almost half your age scared you, Alpha Patrick?" he made fun of Patrick, who became even more irritated.

To tell the truth, I didn't completely zone out, I just didn't want to listen to her anymore. "Leave the damsel alone jules, I'm sure she's had enough of your stories" Timmy sent a wink past me obviously proud of himself for saving a damsel in distress. He's been like that ever since I joined the team, all flirty and sweet, it was so easy to fall for him and let him into your pants but I have been over this before and believe me when I say history aint repeating itself, if you know what I mean . But all in all, he's a great guy.

I went up and hugged him. "Dude, you have lousy taste in friends," I patted his back. "Cáel, I have plenty of friends who wouldn't abandon me in a fight. You are the only person I know who took an arrow for a little girl you barely knew," Timothy patted my back. "You don't find that dedication often. In the past two months we've been through more freaky shit than I've experience in the past ten years. Faults and all, this has been the best time of my life."

You're always active in things related to that section", "because it's my section of expertise Connor," Timothy replied, eyes still on the computer. "Whatever, if you have any recommendations, reach out to me by Monday". "Okay," he then left shutting the door behind him. Timothy opened the file and his mind went to the girl in the traffic, a mischievous smile spreading in his thin lips. Timothy checked the entertainment news and found out that the reporters who had stormed Cynthia's place reported a futile mission. He then smiled even wider, this means he would get her first.

Timothy nodded slowly at what his boy had said. Timothy, the tanner, looked as evil as I thought he was. With thinning brown hair which hung around his face in greasy strands. And small beady eyes which seemed sunk into his thin face. His jaw led to a pointed chin and his lips were thin. He constantly licked them as if nervous all the time. He was short and thin and always smelled of onions. He was looking from me to Triana then back and forth.

I found myself going back there day after day, sometimes even before breakfast as I worked my way towards the training. The younglings greeted me with unfiltered excitement, their squeals and laughter echoing through the field as they rushed to show me what they had learned, or begged me to show them something new. And it amazed me how fast they learned. They started calling me Luna. Not because they were told to. But because they wanted to. It caught me off guard the first time. A shy whisper from a young boy after I helped him with his footwork. “Thank you, Luna,” he had said, wide-eyed and breathless.

“Come sit here.” “Father suddenly became very busy after the pilgrimage at the king’s tomb this morning. So I decided to stay late and help him for a while.” Timothy spoke while kept smiling at Selena, and then his gaze switched to the handsome man who sat next to him. He didn’t recognize him at first, though he was familiar with the omega scent. “You must be Jeremiah; I am Timothy Whitewood, Selena’s mate.” Timothy was observing him from head to toe, “I must admit you look so different after cleaning.”

"No matter how many times I say it, you can't compare to him! Unless you kill me. No, even if you kill me. . . I still love him. As long as I'm not dead, I'll get what I want. There's someone like you who would do anything to achieve your goal, You're my role model, what else can't I do?" Safire's gentle voice came from outside the door, "Tim, Yos, why haven't you come out yet? The milk is cold." Timmy opened the door and his expression was the same as when he first came. He smiled and apologized, "Second Aunt, I'm sorry. I accidentally bumped into a vase in Yosie's room and wet my pants. I dried my pants with a hairdryer, so I came out late." "Why didn't you tell me? I can find a pair of pa

“Ruby! Are you set?” Timothy asked me, looking over his shoulder with a hint of joy, as he rushed towards me in the common area. “As ready as I can be, Tim,” I said hoping my smile would convince him that I wasn’t scared. “Just remember to remain around the warriors.” “I will! I want to assist in guarding the pack!” he vowed, determination evident in his voice. “Good. Remember, we are all in this together,” I said and affectionately ruffled his hair.

Fane did not care about embarrassing him at all. Leo tugged on Timothy, noticing that he was steaming from the ears. “Hey, why are you getting so worked up over a bodyguard when you’re the young master of the Drake family?” he reminded the other man. “Who are you, and who is he? How can he ever compare to you!” Timothy dusted the sleeves of his shirt and straightened himself. “Well…”