Timmy Sandlot Novels & Stories

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…"

He smiles at the camera and waves at it and says ‘I love you mom’, my heart feels with joy just seeing him so happy. It’s been a while since we have been in the park, Tim has now gone into the sand pit, where he is making sand castle with the rest of the kids. I’m still sitting on the swing and watching over them. Suddenly, I see Tim fall on his knees losing his balance; he lets a cry out and slowly tries to stand. I rush over to him and quickly pick him up and hold him close to me, he starts crying more and holds onto me tighter. “Mommy I want to go home.” He says and looks at me with teary eyes. “Oh baby, don’t cry.” I say and wipe his tears. “It’s burning.” He whines and I look down at hi

"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.

I said, trying to keep my voice casual, “I saw you talking to someone earlier. Near the fountain. Was that… Lola?” Tim’s expression shifted, a flicker of surprise crossing his face before he quickly recovered. “Oh, yeah, that was her. What a coincidence, right? She goes to a different school, but who doesn’t know her, right? I ran into her when I was walking here. It was nice to catch up and then she gave me a speech about how my team will lose this Friday.” He brushed it off so casually, like it was nothing. He continued, "We just know some of the same people. It really wasn't nothing,"

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

Lil Six was a networker, he knew many people, it would be best for him to handle this. Indeed, Lil Six soon told Jasper about some information that he found out about Timmy. He claimed that Timmy had been good for nothing, and made a living out of women's money. He had conned many old women out of their money, and he had been eyeing Ruby lately.

We all live in The Omen Dorms, the dorms people over-hype. Timothy Waldorf, or Tim as we like to call him, is a bit of a jokester, or so he likes to think, and once he starts talking, he can't seem to stop. He's like a golden retriever with his fluffy blonde hair and big brown eyes that always seem to be pleading for attention. Ant Kashida, on the other hand, is the definition of cold and chill. He sleeps a lot, but he's around here and there, though I've never seen him smile or laugh and when he does it almost seems forced.

I have my laptop opened in front of me so I look occupied. ME:: {Yeah? which one did you listen to?} TIM:: {I can’t remember. But if I call you, I bet I can sing it for you} ME:: {I’ll pass. I’m in class, but thanks for the offer.} TIM:: {Okay. I can’t wait for thanksgiving.} ME:: {Geez. Is Ellie that bad at sucking cock?} TIM:: {stop it.}

Sandy laughed. I winced at the name but smiled anyway. "Hi Sandy. I see you called me twice, what did you need?" "Oh I was wanting to know if you could take on some of my overflow, no pun intended." she giggled. I rolled my blue eyes and brushed my blond hair down it was a mess, "Do you have someone in mind? "Yeah Teddy Wilson over on Lot #19. He's a couple of trailers down from you." "Sandy it's seven o-clock and I don't really feel like having someone over..."

AT TIM’S CONDO Sandra headed straight to the condo she shared with Tim, leaving him a message that she’d be waiting for him there. POV: Tim Meanwhile, Tim was in the middle of a major transaction when his phone kept ringing incessantly. Checking the caller ID, he saw it was Sandra, but he couldn’t afford any distractions now. This deal was too important, so he turned off his phone, ensuring nothing could interrupt. The contraband they were handling was bound for Cebu, and his contact had just arrived. The deal was high stakes — both sides were heavily armed, with guards stationed outside the abandoned warehouse to prevent any interference. The drugs they were handling were worth 500 million