Timmy Failure Books Novels & Stories

Tim yelled, yanking harder, but it was useless. "You understand that failure would be… disastrous for you, yes?" "This ain't my first rodeo," Tim retorted, annoyance creeping into his voice. Who was this person to lecture him? He'd been the one sought out, not the other way around. "You understand, yes?" The strange voice persisted, a hint of impatience now lacing the modulated tones.

"Wanna get a quick coffee at the Starbooks around the corner?" "Oh." Timmy smiled widely as if this was the first time a female had asked him to go get a coffee. In all likelihood—it probably was. "Sure. Great." She made idle conversation on the short walk to the cafe, asking about how his face was healing and how he'd gotten on Riley's bad side. It turned out the kid wasn't from around here. He'd been a big deal in his old school, mostly on the weight of his brother's reputations. He and his boys had attacked one of Riley's 'teams'—apparently he had many of these teams—and what Alice had seen was the consequences.

Father Bobby left me there and asked Timothy to help get me settled in, give me a tour, and answer any questions I might have. As I was finishing unpacking, I couldn't help but be surprised and curious as to Timothy's happy-go-lucky attitude and outlook. I thought this place would be some kind of soul-sucking, happiness-draining, fundamentalist Christian reform school. Tim, as he asked to be called, was busy explaining all the fun and easy living that I could enjoy here. Finally, I had to stop him and ask how he could be so happy about being exiled to a place like this. Timothy actually grinned wider and dropped the biggest bomb on me I had ever received, "Oh, you don't have to worry about t

Mom patted Abigail Finch on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Abigail, your plan was brilliant." I stood frozen in place as a chill ran through me. It turned out Dad and I had never actually traveled through time. All the grievances, pain, and torture we suffered over the past three years were never accidents; they were a punishment Abigail and Mom had deliberately put us through. I lowered my head and looked at my own body kneeling on the floor. Blood dripped from the corner of my mouth onto the ground, yet nobody noticed. Abigail frowned and said impatiently to my lifeless body, "Oscar Howard, are you still putting on an act? I only had them give you 50 lashes. Who are you trying to foo

DADDY’S STUBBORN LITTLE SYDNEY My best friend Brittney has her perfect life and mine is still crap. I’m trying to be happy about it. I really am. Hell, for years I fought to try to get her away from the guy who was abusing her and then it finally happened. She got free and he’ll never bother again. Plus, she happened to fall in love with the most perfect man in existence. If there was clay called STUFF GIRLS LIKE, then Timothy was molded right out of it.

Timothy didn't take Irvin seriously and thought the latter was too hopeless in love to be tricked that easily. He was certain a fool like Irvin was doomed to fail. Despite that, he noticed how well the plan had gone. Since Timothy was suspicious by nature, he couldn't help wondering if it was all a trap. After all, it seemed way too easy. The plan he had meticulously come up with previously failed on the first step. On the other hand, Irvin's casual plan was a great success. Timothy thought it was so unbelievable that it felt impossible.

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

I let the rainbow colours come again. The Here and Now It's taken way too long to get to Tim's home, back from my trip to the lake. “Hey Alex, nice to have you back. Susan will drop by in a moment to discuss something about the band, but we've got some time right now.” Tim cheerfully greets me at the door. I run past him to the bookcase. And on the way I yell, "Do you still have the book The Time Machine?" "No sorry, I lost it a long time ago. Otherwise I would have already given it to you when you started about time travel.”

My fingers trembled slightly. Five years ago, I had been celebrating a friend's birthday at Celestia. One push from my friend sent me sprawling into the arms of a man at the neighboring table. In that moment, his gaze cut like a blade, a dangerous heat wrapping around me. But just as quickly, a soft, almost imperceptible tenderness eased the tension. At the time, Aaron had just taken the reins of the Moretti empire, every muscle in his body taut, every movement calculated, ready for any threat that might come his way.

Sometimes, I wondered how someone could love two people at once. My career had revolved around Clement for seven years. Now, I was determined to get back what I had put aside. I thought my education and experience would help me land a finance internship, but I was rejected repeatedly. "I'm sorry, Ms. Lundy. You're not the right fit for the position." After countless rejections, I finally realized something was off. "Clement, you think this is funny?" He stayed silent on the other end of the line, and my patience was running out. Finally, he said, "You've got stomach issues. People in finance drink too much, so I don't want you in that line of work."