Timmy Passions Novels & Stories

What if it wasn't okay and Becca was secretly worrying? “It's fine. They are having an excursion today. They sent parents a letter and all that explaining they may be late because of the distance. There was even an expected time stated, if she isn't back by then I can start worrying.” “That's great. It's crazy how they can handle a lot of little kids for such a long amount of time.” “Right?! Anyways, come help me. The new friend Stephanie is a fan of salads, she wants to try them and see what the fuss is about. I'm also preparing sandwiches, just in case.”

Ryan being the romantic he is, proposed to me on New Year's Eve and I gladly said yes and got married to him 3 months afterwards. I looked down at my hand and smiled at the beautiful square ring that represented my love for my husband. "Snap out of it Mads" Vicky laughed as she bit into her doughnut. I smiled and sifted through our mail "oh my god, here's the letter from the Montessori day care you applied Tommy for" Vicky snatched it from my hands and quickly ripped it open. A wide smile appeared on her face as she laughed "he got in! I have to call Sarah! Can i?" She asked.

“Not much else to tell. Roger’s private. Keeps his estate locked tighter than a fortress. I’ve been trying to find a way in, but no luck so far.” “Keep trying,” I said quickly. “I need to know if any of this is connected to Emma.” “Emma?” Timmy asked, raising an eyebrow. I looked at Timmy. He was a nice spy. He was even smart and loyal too. But he was handsomely paid each time and I wasn't sure where his loyalty really lay. “Never mind," I replied briskly. Timmy looked at me oddly but he didn't push. He just nodded with a smirk, he knew better than to pry.

“About possession? No. It’s about trust. And until you learn to trust me, I will remind you every day that you belong to me.” Her pulse raced wildly, and she hated the way his touch—his words—made her feel. She hated the defiance rising in her chest and the forbidden thrill that ran alongside it. “I’ll never trust you,” she whispered, her voice trembling but firm. His smirk widened, his thumb brushing her jawline before he released her. “Then we have a long year ahead of us.” The Branding Party Before she could recover, Lorenzo turned away and walked toward the door. “Get dressed,” he commanded without looking back. “We’re leaving in an hour.”

Timothy sighed and leaned his back, closing his eyes in the process. Cynthia frowned, "what is it Timo?" "Nothing, just that from next Monday you and I won't be sitting around like this", he said causing Cynthia to raise an eyebrow, "you have millions of companies asking for your endorsements both locally and internationally and there's the Paris fashion week coming up in two months, then there's V&Ms latest pieces being released soon and you have to showcase them, trust me your entire rest of the year is booked". "And that makes me even more busy", Timothy finished his words and there was silence.

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

“What a treat.” “What do you plan to do now that we are alone?” I smirked. “A lot,” he smirked back. “We have research to do and a paper to write, vampire.” I reminded him. “You don't have much time to do a lot.” “You seem to forget that I can read minds. I can pick out all the information we need from the minds of the villagers once we get there, giving me time to do a lot.” “You wouldn't dare.” “Do I get a kiss from refraining myself from reading people's minds?”

"I'm getting there, darling. Just let me look a little longer, I want to record the image of what she looked like before she met me, before she had me inside her." I snort. "Don't be weird." “Just obsessed, possessive and a fan." he replies, then just when I'm ready to tell him he's a strange, crazy idiot, he touches me with his mouth and tongue. Timmy kisses me between the legs as he kisses my mouth, demanding and covered in passion. His tongue swirls around my swollen, aching mound, and everything turns pink and glittery. I'm startled by my own moans, feeling ashamed for screaming so loudly, wondering if Mom can hear me, only to remember that she won't, because all the pills are strong an

For a moment, the way he looked at Jessie was a little complicated and hard to understand. Jessie also frowned slightly. She had heard of this Timmy. A while ago, he had been very popular on the Internet. It was said that he had been training in a branch company outside the Horfoud's in order to become the successor of the Horfoud's one day. According to the information on the internet, his age seemed to be around twenty-five or twenty-eight years old. But he looked very young. This R City was obviously so big, but sometimes it was also incomparably small.

Still, his curiosity kept growing, and it felt like his peace was at stake if he didn’t ask. “Jacob, let’s head out already. I’ll get the new gaming system. This time I’m going all in — I want to shop for all the best versions out, buddy. But before that, we’re going out for fun,” Timmy said playfully in his usual tone. He always had that friendly smile on his face. Actually, this was a side of Timmy that not many knew. He treated others differently from how he treated Jacob — almost as if there was some kind of connection between them.