Timmy And Vicky Fanfiction Novels & Stories

After they were done dishing out the food, Vicky grabbed her bag and turned to face Ashley. “I think I should get going.” Ashley frowned. “You’re kidding right?” Vicky shook her head. “Nope. I want to give you and Jamal some privacy. If I’m here, you and Jamal will be so shy that you won’t have some time to talk or kiss.” Ashley let out a laugh. “But I made pasta though. Your favorite?”

“That bad, huh?” said Timothy as his brow went up. "Yup. I got really sick of it too so I just visit them separately. There was nothing I could do so I just stopped trying. I'm not sure how, but I guess somehow along the line they just stopped loving each other and that gave way to hate. I mean, they were never the lovey dovey kind of couple but things just seemed to get worse. Makes me wonder what's the point of all this anyways"

I did not have the energy for it; I was too tired even to speak. "Tell him to call Willow. I'm busy." "But..." Ian hung up, a smirk spreading across his face. "Tim sure is greedy, always wanting another cake while eating one." I could sense the jealousy in his voice, and it did not take long to figure out why. He leaned in close, showering me with kisses. "Livie, I only want you," he whispered. Meanwhile, Timothy was in a foul mood back in the lounge. His friend who had made the call hesitated, stammering, "T-Tim, she hung up."

Vicky said, leaning forward, elbows on her knees, and eyes locked on mine. “All you gotta do is scare him a lil, flash some better options, and boom! Bro’s scrambling and groveling.” “So if I didn’t drag Damian into this, he’d never wake up? Never see all the love I poured into him?” I shook my head, voice cracking. “That’s fucked up.” Vicky exhaled sharply, pushing off the bed to pace, hands folded tight over her chest, nightie swishing with each step. She looked like a damn professor unraveling a puzzle with her brows furrowed and lips pursed.

Vicky lay on the ground, gritting her teeth, "Claude loves me, and you can never win over me." After hesitating for a moment, I gritted my teeth and reached out to help Vicky up from the ground. As she stood up, she seemed to regain her confidence and said, "If you're not there by 7:30 tonight, you'll never know what I wanted to tell you." With a proud look on her face, Vicky left. I stood there, clenching my teeth tightly to control the urge to hit her. I really wanted to know about the child's situation and the truth. Perhaps there was still a chance that he was alive?

Vicky remained vigilant. Meanwhile, Vicky lacked guidance at home to temper his involvement with the lascivious lady. One day, as dark clouds gathered, Vicky sat in her parlour, playing with her daughter. She asked him to go upstairs, closed the door, and followed him, citing the approaching storm. As he turned to leave, she embraced him, attempting to kiss him and caress his muscular body with unbridled passion. Vicky, frightened, tried to break free, but she begged him to hold her tight and press his body against hers.

Even though I forgave him, I know that it’s still hurting him deep inside. "It's Oliver," I tell my best friend. "He's coming." I look at her in the mirror and smile. Vicky grins and squeezes my shoulders, "I told you that he was going to make it. He's just shy." I nod and look at the time, it’s already five in the afternoon, the moment is approaching faster than I have imagined. Vicky and her boyfriend are treating me like a queen, they ordered food and offered me a box of the best turrón to nibble while Vicky is doing my hair.

She turned around to face him, her eyes dark and serious. She reached out and grabbed his hand, her grip surprisingly strong. "You owe me tonight, Greg," she whispered. Her voice was a low, husky rasp. Greg raised an eyebrow. "I owe you? I think I just took very good care of you." "That was just a snack," Vicky mocked, a wicked glint returning to her eyes. "I want the whole meal. I need you in my room. Eleven p.m. Sharp.” She leaned in, her lips brushing his earlobe. "Mom sleeps heavily after farm days. Don't make me come and find you."