Timmy Passions Novels & Stories

He was a wild fire. Up front, behind the tinted partition, sat 24-year-old Luca Moretti. Six months as their personal chauffeur. Six months of stolen glances in the rear-view mirror. Six months of feeling their eyes on him when they thought he wasn’t looking. Six months of trying, and failing, to ignore the heat that bloomed in his stomach every time one of them leaned forward to give an instruction, voice low and close. But tonight was different.

"Timmy, I recently heard that your nightclub is being closed down. Is it true?” "What did you hear?" Since Timmy had been lacking money recently, he was ashamed of his situation and did not go out much. Every day, he would lock himself up at home and browse the internet, completely unaware of what was happening outside. "I heard that your nightclub was closed down and your partner had something to do with it. Apparently, your partner offended someone he shouldn’t have, so that’s why your nightclub was closed down.” "Huh? Who did you hear that from?" Timmy did not believe it. His partner was Susan's friend. If Jared Summers was on her side, who the hell in South City would dare to do anything

Timothy was a person who cared alot about his diet. " It's just this once, please " How could be say no to her especially when she used those puppy eyes to plead with him. " Okay, just this once." Timothy finally gave in and ordered KFC for them

"Timothy I am not getting with El Fuego, he could even be married and has moved on obviously, it's been years, he just wants us to catch up, Geez" "If you say so, amma facetime my woman cuz I miss her", he said and called her. I rolled my eyes. Timothy is such a character

“You already had too many sweets today, Timmy. Remember the chocolate biscuits earlier?” “But just one more?” he pleaded, bouncing on his toes, his eyes wide and hopeful. “I’ll be good, I promise!” Her resistance crumbled at once. How could she deny him when he looked at her like that? She sighed and nodded. “Fine. Just one more. But only a small one.” “Yes!” Timothy cheered, throwing his arms up before dragging her toward the cart. The vendor greeted them warmly, and Timothy immediately launched into an excited debate with himself about which flavor to choose. “Chocolate! No, strawberry. Wait—maybe both. Oh! With sprinkles!” He clapped his hands at the thought.

I failed finding that missing feeling, I failed finding the things that can indeed satisfy me. At the end it creates something in my mind, I am not happy. I am not happy with those people around me. Melden is just too small and young that time and I do not have anyone to talk to. I do not have anyone to be with and to call as family. Dad is abroad with my step mother, Mommy Rarah. I am not close with her but I also do not care about my father's relationship to her at the same time.

Lydia swallowed, her whisper full of apprehension. "You should stop me." I practically begged because no one. Not even the goddess could halt this now. Our lips brushed against each other and goddess was I right. They were soft. They had to be sweet. My hands glided to the back of her throat and I pulled her even closer, consumed by the hunger of the momentary stroke. My tongue forked through her mouth for answers. She tasted like fire. So hot it scalded my tongue but there was something soothing about the numbness that followed. The taste of her mouth was brave, strong, and certain. I took it to myself to breathe her in, feel what she felt. It just felt right.

She made no effort to stifle her passionate and loud moans, which echoed through the walls into my room. "Yes! Yes! Harder! Harder!" she screamed. "Who's your daddy?" Mark asked. "You are!" she cried out passionately. Oh, my God! I tried to cover my ears with a pillow, attempting to block out the explicit noise. I couldn't bear it. It was seriously affecting me. I felt incredibly aroused, perhaps even more so than when Mark was narrating his ordeal. My entire body had been responding to Nicholas all along. He was undeniably attractive, and resisting him was proving to be a challenge. His captivating scent lingered in the air, enveloping me with its alluring fragrance.

His presence is a bright, living force that fills the space with life and the thrilling promise of the unknown. Remus joins them, his presence a vivid, living energy that fills the space with life and the thrill of discovery. He uses his tracking skills to identify familiar landmarks on the map, his expertise a sharp, uncontained force that fills the space with life and the thrill of the unknown. The confirmation is a bright, thrilling energy that fills the space with life and the promise of discovery. Their excitement is a wild, living energy that fills the space with life and the thrilling promise of the unknown.

I did. Instead of returning my fingers to their previous position, I brought them to my mouth. While she watched, I fanned her core with warm breath from my nostrils. It must have tickled because she shuddered a little. My tongue darted forward and gave her a little flick. She shuddered again and tried to close her legs, but I wasn’t having it. I placed my legs perfectly between hers and drove her straight to heaven’s gate. I didn’t spare a spot.