Tim From Dear John Novels & Stories

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

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.

he asked politely, she shrug “Sure…” He smiled, as sets his try on the table opposite her, sitting quietly “Hi…..I’m Tim…” he muttered, showing out his pairs of teeth, which is not well arranged in his mouth. He looks like someone who is in his mid-twenties, but his beards will say otherwise. A scar running from the left side of his ear, towards his cheek, gave him a more mature look. “I’m Ariel…thanks” Ariel mumbled, gulping down the content of food in her mouth with water

Tim sat on his sofa and remained silent for the next few seconds before looking up at Rick with a sad smile. “Melinda has had her eyes on you for a while, right?” He let out. “You… You know about that?” Rick asked, surprised. “I know, at least I should have known" Tim started, the sad smile still on his face. "I was just a fool. The first time Mel cheated on me was with a guy named Dan and few days before I caught her with Dan, she had been slipping his name on a few occasions." The sad smile dropped and a look of pain crossed his face.

He's clocking forty-five in a few days, but he still looks as handsome-no, more handsome than ever. “Time’s up, young man,” Thane said to Timmy. Timmy groaned. “Can’t you go play with the girls longer?” “Nope. I want some privacy with my wife. Now shoo.” “She’s my mom.” “And she’s my wife. Go find yours.” I laughed as they traded jabs. Timmy had outgrown me in height, his voice now deeper, I rested my head on his shoulder sometimes when we watched movies. He was growing into a man, but he’d always be my sweet boy, the one who once held a microphone with shaky hands and told me wanted me and his daddy to be happy forever.

Standing in the center of the living room, Alex found it difficult to breathe for the first time. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. It was a delivery person with a postcard mailed from Aspurg ten years ago. I had written it in my elegant handwriting. "To us ten years from now, may our love remain as it was in the beginning." Alex rushed out of the villa and called his assistant frantically. "Where's my wife? She's been missing for a month, and none of you noticed?" His assistant, Caleb Grover, trembled on the other end. "Mr. Carter, Mrs. Carter said she wanted to go on a retreat for meditation and didn't want anyone to disturb her... We thought—"

"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

With that, he approached Chelsey. She was delighted to see him. "Tim, is that you? Are you back to celebrate Mr. Johnson's birthday, too?" Timothy Somner smiled and leaned close to her. His voice was low enough to only be audible to the two of them as he said, "Yeah, I did. I also wanted to see when you would get divorced."

Johns birthed Lucas later in life, in her late thirties, early forties, so she was older than my mom who had me straight out of high school. Her wiry brown hair never looked combed underneath Lucas' UT Dallas baseball cap recovered from the crash. "Isn't it my favorite two people in the world," she said, placing down our drinks and pinching my right cheek. "Hey, Mrs. Johns," Timmy said. "Hey, Tiny Tim." I grinned at the deadpanned look he snuck me. He hated it when she called him that, but was too respectful to call her out about it. "Remy," she said, sweetly. "I'll only put in your order if you tell me you're going back to school?" Here we go again ... every damn day.

John remarked as he sat on the sofa beside Lucian. Lucian, at that time, was lost in his thoughts and staring outside the window admiring the weather. "I thought so too." Tim replies, trying to savage his boss' ego. "Thank you, Tim!" He says while smiling at his reliable assistant. Lucian then caught on to the slightly mocking tone of his friend and asked, "Did you say something?" John threw a pillow to him and laughed, "You still owe me a meal!" He yelled at him. Soon Tim left them. John is eager to ask him what happened yesterday, but doesn’t have the courage to do it.