Timmy Passions Novels & Stories

Win, win, in Timothy's book and when he was not working out. Timothy was sparring with Tobias and a trainer his father had assigned to teach him sparring and some basic moves. And then, when he was not doing that, he was working on his business plans. He would show his father he could be successful and not graduate from college, and he planned with longevity as his aim. Boy, was he motivated! This is why now definitely was not the time for his mother to act up and throw her tantrums because she was not getting enough attention from his father.

“I won’t press too much on that, since I don’t want to have this conversation over the phone. I’ll give the phone to Nelly now. That’s obviously the real reason you called.” “It’s not like that at all,” I laughed, falling back on the bed. “Don’t worry. I’m not hurt. Nelly, it’s your mum.” After some muffled sounds, I heard her voice on the line. “Mummy!” My smile widened. “My sugarplum. How are you today?” “Today was another best day of my life mummy. I met Natasha Carlton! She’s really cooler in real life.” “Really?” “Yes! She told me a secret but I’m telling you because I know you wont tell anybody.”

“Tate? Where did you go?” He laughs. “Glad I pass. But remember to call me Tim.” “Right. And I’m Allie.” He nods. “And we met?” “Skiing in Vermont.” “Perfect,” Tate says. “How about we do a lap and then meet back at the bar in ten?” “Sounds good.” Tate pulls me into a bear hug. “We’ve got this,” he whispers in my ear. I sure hope so. I do one lap of the place and don’t spot Axel or Levi.

“You look like a headline.” “Not now, Dalia.” She raised a brow. “I heard about your little midnight stroll. Brave or stupid—I haven’t decided which.” “I need a favor,” I said. “You know the forum backend better than anyone. Can you trace a user for me?” Her grin faltered. “You’re serious.” “Dead serious.” She sighed, finishing her coffee. “Fine. Give me the username.” “‘Director.’ That’s all Cameron gave me.” Her fingers flew across the keyboard. Lines of code reflected in her glasses, the screen’s light cutting through the gray morning. “This is weird,” she muttered. “The IP address isn’t from campus.”

He smiled at me and asked, "What's up, Kevin? Thinking of joining me? I think you can handle it pretty well. It's way less trouble than your previous company, and sometimes, you'll get women coming on to you." "What kind?" I was confused. He grinned mysteriously. "Remember I told you that Sunset Highway is a man's paradise?" I nodded. "That's because there are a lot of girls out here doing budget travel or just looking for company. If you're lucky, you might run into a few of them." I remembered reading news online about girls who traveled without money, relying on their bodies to pay for their journeys. I never believed it. "Are you serious? Isn't that some made-up stuff on the Internet?"

He asked Miles. Miles tapped his finger on his temple repeatedly while going deep into thought. He then clicked his fingers as soon as his mind provided him the answer to Damien's question. "Yes. Well I've heard my sister talking a few times with Eric that she always wanted to visit Paris just like in the movies she watches back at home." Miles repiled. Damien was shocked. He had also thought of going to Paris with her and now that Miles had told him about Emma's dream to visit Paris. He was sure they were meant to be together. Call it cliche or whatever but Damien was beginning to believe in it right now. Believe in destiny.

“But… I can’t. Aariz… he won’t agree. I know he won’t.” Zoya sighed, placing a reassuring hand on her friend’s arm. “I understand… but just remember, Timmy… it’s not wrong to miss your old life. It’s okay to feel that.” Timtim nodded, a small, wistful smile playing on her lips. Her eyes shimmered with unspoken emotions—a mixture of longing, love, and the subtle sadness of being trapped between two worlds. She wanted to share everything, to confide in Zoya, but even now, she felt the invisible chains of Aariz’s watchful presence, restraining her from speaking freely.

Tim asks why Amy rejects him, this is whenever a lady first has dismissed him, since every one of the young ladies he approaches quickly give the number and he doesn't need to say two words. He took a gander at Amy and ventured nearer to Amy, Amy ventured back a little. "For what reason are you dismissing me?" Tim asked her truly. "Aren't you one of the individuals from the Second Chance Band right?" Amy asked him. "Correct, that is me, I'm a bassist!" Tim's pleased. "All things considered, all things considered, you will have a great deal of well-known young ladies; you will simply welcome them out! Alright, bye!" After speaking Amy quickly convoluted and left him.

My whole career was resting on this job, however, so I didn’t have the luxury of calling out the boss’ ass-kissing ways. As the two of them settled down, I turned back to my laptop and started searching the internet for Timothy’s profile. He had several of them, and plenty of fan-made accounts as well. If only one of his fans had decided to become his lawyer instead. He had his fair share of winning shots. There was some philanthropy in there as well, that combined with orchestrated visits and interviews with dedicated fans. He had a smile on through it all. Those smiles, mostly meant for the public, never reached his eyes

Timika “Look at me” … she says in a soft, yet firm tone. “My sweet Tim-Tam” she begins, raising my chin gently. Her eyes flashing a brilliant silver…. “Everyone has a past, their own demons. But the only way these things can ruin us, and win over us, is if we let them. Stop running! Turn and face them, and if you fail … that’s okay ... just get up and try again. Because the only time we really fail, is when we stop trying. No one can keep you down, just remember that! You are the boss of your own life, no one else! Not your past, or your present, nothing and no one…just you! I know you have a special journey to complete first. But remember this… when your time comes. You are very special, m