Timmy Passions Novels & Stories

On noticing his boss has reached, Yawar immediately dismissed the person and entered into the office, the white door silver plated with the CEO'S name, ALEXANDER AMIR HARRIS. As soon as he entered, he found him standing by the large glass window, viewing the whole city. "Who was he?" he asked without turning back. His hands inside his pockets. "He was Asim, came here for some documents, nothing so important, Ibrahim immediately spoke. He only gave a curt nod and told him to sit and he sat down. "Work is done?" he asked after sitting on his black swivel chair. His voice holding authority. "Yes boss, May 1?"

Tim asks why Amy turned him down, which is whenever a lady first chases him away, since every young lady who approaches quickly gives a number and doesn't have to say two words. He took a gander at Amy and leaned closer to Amy, Amy leaned back slightly. "Why are you kicking me out?" Tim asked him truthfully. "Aren't you one of the individuals in the Second Chance Band?" Amy asked him. "Correct, that's me, I'm the bassist!" Tim is excited. "All things considered, everything considered, you're going to have a bunch of popular girls; you're just going to welcome them out! Alright, bye!" After saying this Amy quickly became confused and left him.

"It's going great. Totally sold out. You got the tickets I sent for September, right?" "Yes, thank you. Where are you now?" "Portland, Oregon, then up to Seattle." A petite blond waved from behind Tim's shoulder. "Hi, mom!" "Hi, Annika! Keeping him in line?" She put her hands on his shoulders and pecked him on the cheek. "Oh, yes, he is not a problem." Her crisp accent was kind, and Tim leaned back for a kiss. Tim had always been a kind, quiet boy. He reminded me most of Sarah. But he loved to perform. Both my boys did, really. Teddy had done it on a baseball field; Tim always preferred the stage.

What he said before finally seemed to register now that I could breathe. The Beta shook his head, crossing his arms. "No actually, he only calls girls he finds cute Missy," Brandon revealed with a laugh. I flushed at the information. So, Timmy really was a cheeky little kid. I sighed. "I'm not sure why he lumps me in that category then..." I admitted with an eye roll before turning to look up at the tall blonde. He seemed like he wanted to say something, but I cut him off quickly as a thought crossed my mind.

He belongs to the supernaturals but not as an Angel or a demon. • Timothy Jones: He's a seventeen-year-old bunny boy (has bunny teeth). He's 179cm tall (5'10ft) and weighs around 65 kg (143 lbs). MBTI type: ISFJ. He's cute as hell, owning the shiniest pair of big doe eyes. Not to forget that he's a muscle pig, protective of everyone he loves. Timothy is a coconut head with thick brownish hair. This stupid boy took up special tests and studied hard to jump a year, and as a result, he's in the same year as Sofia and Scarlet. Being the youngest, he's cherished and protected by everyone even though a single punch from him can break the opponent's jaw. Favorite color: Red. Zodiac: Virgo. He has a

Then do it Timmy" I whisper, biting my lips. I surly miss his fierce kiss, and full lips on mine. Tim's eyes sparkled with excitement as he leaned in closer, his face inches from mine. I could feel the heat emanating from his body, and my heart began to race with anticipation. "Look at me, butterfly," he whispered, his voice husky and seductive. I gazed into his eyes, my own eyes locking onto his. I could see the desire and passion burning within them, and I knew that I was in trouble. Tim's lips brushed against mine, sending shivers down my spine. His kiss was fierce and passionate, and I could feel his anger and hurt melting away with each passing moment.

But that wasn’t the first time he had made such promises, but this time he had kept to it. I should have been relieved since that was what I wanted, but a different kind of knot formed in my stomach. My mind didn’t welcome his silence. “So you people did you quarrel?” Timmy commented with a soft reflective tone, earning a sharp look. He waved his arm like he did earlier. “I’m not the one who said it; haven’t you heard the rumors?” He leaned in. Not only was he a bad designer but also a gossip. However, since it was about me, curiosity had me in its palm as I leaned in.

“ I..Noah..I’m busy. “ I come up with a very lame excuse. A much as I want to meet him, I don’t have the courage to do so because then I’ll have to break up with him. “ Ahh that’s okay. Can you out the phone in speaker? “ Noah asks in a grim tone. I put the phone on speaker and I hear him wailing like a deer, who’s about to become a lions meal. “ Your sister isn’t taking you to the park Tim. She’s a meanie. Go on a strike Tim. Fight for your rights. “ Noah starts his motivational speaking for Tim and before it can progress any further, I cut the call. I look at Tim, realizing he has heard all that. Tim looks at me with determination. “ I…fight for rights. “ He announces, raising his little f

Odette took Casper to my bedroom so that Casper could talk with her parents in Delaware. Timothy and his date emerged from his room. It was Sovann Mean, who I had met before and gotten along with. It took me all of two seconds to figure out what had happened. Sovann had asked Timothy out because Timothy never thought Sovann was interested in him. Sovann was a second generation Cambodian-American and had this stoic demeanor he raised up whenever he was nervous, ensuring Timothy's confusion.

It felt like those eyes of his could see straight into the depths of her soul. "Bev, why aren't you here yet? The play is about to start! If you stand me up, I'll hate you! Timmy's in a bad mood. Don't all little boys like Tooley the Gigantic Monkey?" Anna's loud voice burst through the phone, shattering the quiet. Beverly's heart skipped a beat, and her tone became uneven. "Timmy… He lived abroad until he was five, so he's barely watched any local Laridian shows or plays. He's more into robots and superheroes. You…"