Timmy The Rat Novels & Stories

Hyena was the leader, and he said in a flattering tone and with a cunning expression, “Don’t be scared, Emma. We’re not here to cause trouble! We’re here to see Mr. Timothy!” Emma was stunned! Meanwhile, Timothy and Zachary got down from upstairs. Timothy was holding a club, his expression ferocious. Timothy spoke through his gritted teeth in a rage, “Hyena! How dare you come here!?” Hyena hastily yielded. “Mr. Timothy, you’ve misunderstood. It’s a misunderstanding!”

I spoke to Splinter. Tyce walked back into the room with a cardboard box with holes and a huge red ribbon. "Is that what I think it is?" I sniffed the air, the smell of another rat very clear. "Why don't you open it and find out?" Tyce gently placed the box on the ground. I crawled over and undid the big red bow. Then I lifted the top of the box off. "You put a ribbon on the rat too?" I asked, peeking into the box, a rat with a white body and dark grey head staring back at me.

I said as I hugged one of Clyde's legs. "Jacob... Calm down... Tell me everything..." he said and held my arm to assure me that everything was going to be alright. "Clyde... There's two people, who were so weird and introduced themselves to me... The first one is a middle-age man and his name is Timothee. I... I was scared of him but there's something within me that says it's like I've known him for a long time. And there's this guy, sama as our age whose name is Minhyun SEO. And I look just like him," I said while trying to calm myself down.

he yelled excitedly. “Sure, son,” Caspian replied with a smile. Timmy kept talking the whole drive. He told us about school, and how the other children were amazed at him. “I have a new friend. She's really pretty and I like her hair,” he said, making us chuckle. I can see him being flocked by girls in the future. I guess it's the genes. He sure got it from his father. Caspian’s lips stretched into a smile as he continued to drive. Not long after, the car stopped in front of famous fast food in the City.

There were neat, small sticky notes poking out from almost every single chapter. I opened to the first marked page. In Maverick’s handwriting, there was a note that read: “Does page 14 mean the data moves faster if you shorten the string? Let me know if I got that right.” I stared at the note, my heart feeling so light that I felt like a teenager again. I looked up at him, completely stunned. "Maverick... did you buy a coding textbook?"

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.

Annoying little shit, this one. He's seven years old now and he's starting to look more than me than Birdie lately. And it makes sense because my genes are stronger. Timmy inherited more than just my dark blue eyes and moles. "I wanna run," he says, getting up to jump in bed, "Like a wolf." He's only seven and already shifting. His scent already strong. Because he's a True Alpha, just like me. "Okay, let's run," I say and sit up with an old-man grunt, that's when I realize the water is running in our bathroom. That means my mate is having his morning shower, "Just give me five... can you give me five minutes, Alpha?"

They quickly got in the car. Jasper switched on the laptop and inserted the USB stick. There were two videos inside. He clicked on a video recording called "My Village". "This is my village, Tavers Village." Timmy had recorded himself, he then pointed at the large tombstone, and said in a choked voice, "My family, my relatives, my friends, my lover, and my children are all buried here." Timmy sat next to the tombstone as he recorded himself. He said with reddened eyes, "I think I may also get killed eventually , so I have to leave some evidence so that I won't die for nothing like the other villagers."

Tiffy asked from the back seat of the car. My lips curved into a small smile. Soon, we'd be in Boston, and my mind would be at ease. “Yes, sweetie. When has Grandpa ever said no to you?” Timmy huffed and crossed his arms around his chest. “Just don't name him Mr pumpkin.” “It's a much better name than Jacey Commander Noel you chose.” Timmy rolled his eyes at her, muttering a soft “Girls.” Rosa caught his eyes in the rearview mirror “What's wrong with ‘girls’ Timmy ?”

“A little boy. Dark hair. Still in his spiderman Jammies? Maybe angry too? Walking willingly to his doom?” "Oh, trust me," Timmy chuckled, his voice faintly echoing in the big hall. "A boy in Spiderman jammies would be hard to miss." He winked. I had no clue what was so funny about wearing spiderman jammies. But maybe I was too freaked out to understand or appreciate his sense of humour. All I could see or sense right now was his staggering assholeness that I didn't have time for. When I did nothing but stared up at him with pure frustration, he lifted his hands in defeat.