Timmy The Rat Novels & Stories

If he’d combed his hair in recent history, there was no evidence of it. “Hi, I’m Timothy! It’s so good to meet you at last.” Not knowing what else to do, Billie stuck out her hand, and, after looking at her outstretched palm for a moment, he shook it. ‘Tiger Man’ had strong, tough hands. She could feel the calluses on his palms when he touched her. “Hello, Timothy.” Then, as he studied the expression on her face, his eyes began to twinkle. “Not the place your dates usually take you, huh?”

Go on, speak,” he propped his chin in his palm and blinked at Timmy. "I-i don't know, sir, but I will get to the end of it before the end of today. Someone must have messed up under my nose. I will sniff them up and clean this up," Timmy pressed his lips together and balled his fingers into fists. "I assure you," a line set in his jaw, and his brows knitted as he stared straight at Richie.

Nikki almost laughed but stopped herself. WHILE THEY WERE GETTING ready, Christopher arrived at the house and saw Timothy watching cartoons in the living room. He approached the little guy and sat next to him. “Ice cream man!” he explained and Christopher raised his eyebrows and realized what he meant. Timothy remembers the time he bought ice cream for him. “Do you like the show?” Tim nodded. “Where’s your sister?” he asked and the kid pointed at the door across the room and he nodded. He leaned back on the couch as he also watched the television.

But since his health, and strength has been declining, Claudius is just as thin as his mate. Timothy is nervous about meeting more wolves. Even though his mate explained they are both really good friends, and eager to meet him, he's still scared. He sits nervously on the couch as his mate gets things ready in the kitchen. His nerves get the best of him, and Timothy feels the uncomfortable pressure in the back of his pants. Timothy reaches back and pulls his tail out. His tail wraps around his waist, and he begins playing with the tip of it. His nose flares as a delicious aroma begins to fill the air, and Colton chuckles.

"You're just angry that my dick is bigger than your boy toy's!" "Keep dreaming Little Timmy." "I am not little! I'll have you know that I'm well above average!" Hearing and seeing the water splash around, I knew that Timothy was moving away to grab a robe to cover himself with. "And don't call me Timmy!" "See? Now I just have to keep callin' you Timmy." "And I'll have to call you Ray-Ray." "Ew. No." "Exactly." Timothy grabbed another rob, motioning for me to stand up. "C'mon sweetie pie! Let's get you out of this tub so you can get dressed and eat."

Each day, two more individuals introduced themselves to Rhychard and gave him history lessons he could never find in history books. While Rhychard trained, Kree kept up his patrol of the Bottoms with Renny and Famallumi's help. Timmy became a constant shadow of the coshey's, filling the trio in on the little tidbits of gossip concerning the neighborhood. Renny kept fading in and out, but could still assist Kree in his search, which so far turned up nothing. Timmy didn't even question the fact that Renny was a ghost or that he could see her. To him, it seemed par for the course when hanging around the giant dog.

Timothy's high, childish voice rang out from time to time. "Where's your mommy?" Timothy answered, "Mommy's living in a big, beautiful house right now." "Who else is in that big, beautiful house?" "Lots of men and women." "Who are these toys and clothes for?" "It's for Mommy's—" "Timmy!" Damien was still concussed, but he forced himself to get out of bed and padded out of the room to stop Timothy from giving away any more information. Upon seeing that Damien was awake, Timothy bounded up to him and hugged him.

“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.

Olivia, like a crazed animal, ripped up my job offer letter. I wanted to fight back, but then I caught a glimpse of the crimson numbers ticking down over her heart. Oh, it was almost her turn. Fine, I wouldn't argue with her anymore. Xavier sat there, silent as ever, busy texting his secretary, Yvette Snyder, the entire time. I went to the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face. The mirror reflected my dull hair and the glowing red countdown pulsing against my chest. I checked my own timer. As it turned out, I didn't have much longer than Olivia. We were both dying. For the first time ever, I felt a strange, inexplicable pity for the woman.

I almost laughed imagining Timothy as a pre-teen, so innocent and full of wonder. “Hey, I was all about the Fantastic Four,” Timothy continued, brushing the bangs out of his eyes. “Sometimes I wish I could stretch my arms that long, or even be impenetrable like The Thing!”