Timmy Thick Novels & Stories

Ethan asked, his voice cracking with a vulnerability that matched the scene. The question acted like an electric shock. Timothy’s survival instincts roared to life. In a blur of movement, he swiped his sleeves across his eyes, his shoulders squaring as he forced his spine into that familiar, arrogant line. He let out a dry, hollow chuckle that didn't reach his eyes. "Hell no," Tim snapped, the silk back in his voice, though it was still frayed at the edges. "Why would you even say that?"

Anavrin Market, 12:15 pm. Sheila's eyes scanned the bustling market streets, her gaze locking onto a familiar figure. Timmy, the young boy she had been searching for, was crossing the street, oblivious to the danger lurking nearby. Her memories flashed back to her first encounter with Hannah, who had cleverly disguised herself as a market woman trying to help her find Timmy; an incident that led to one she would never forget.

Tim: Do you like when someone gives you head? Cynthia: I love it. Tim: Great. Cynthia: And sucking breasts too. I smiled, pleased with myself that I had seized that opportunity last time without delay. Tim: I love that too. I wish I’d get that opportunity again. Yours was pretty satisfying to touch. Cynthia sent a smiling emoji. Cynthia: My small breasts, satisfying? Tim: Your breasts were anything but small. You don’t have small breasts. Not the least bit. And I really love them a lot.

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.

Tim could not have foreseen something like this happening at all. "Jenny..." —Tim just stopped talking here. In point of fact, he wanted to ask Jenny if it was Jerry or not, but he couldn't figure out why his throat was choking him. He wanted to ask Jenny if it was Jerry or not. Tim used to assume a different persona, known as Tommy, more frequently than anyone else. Since he has personal experience with the reasons why a person might not want other people to know their identity, he is aware of the reasons why it would not be practical in this situation to ask Jenny directly about her plans to inquire about everything through Miss White.

Mary said, playfully touching Tiffany on the arm, "We're friends aren't we? Friends tell each other things. So tell me, are you really seeing Shawn Gold?" Tiffany looked around. Almost all eyes in the hallway were on them, and people were slowing down their steps, hoping to catch some of the conversation. Tiffany wondered how best to tackle the situation, but before she could make up her mind, her saviour arrived in the form of a six foot, three-inches tall dark-skinned boy named Timothy. "What's good?" he said, flashing everyone a bright, straight-teethed smile as he swung a friendly arm over Tiffany's shoulders. He towered over all four girls effortlessly.

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.}

Timothy screamed as soon as he saw Jade on the door and hugged Jade's waist. Her heart jump. Its beat was like a drum beat creating a loud sound as they thump her chest. Timothy was Tyler's spitting image, just one look at him, Tyler would know.

He is so tall and wide from his big muscles that he almost didn't fit in my door frame. "Hey, buddy." Tim said in his deep sultry voice. It immediately caused chills to run down my spine. I tried not to blush but it's almost useless to try. Tim is the most popular man on our team. He's tall, muscular, and has a smile that would make you agree to anything! He is also the employee of the month for the past six months. I have yet to confirm if he likes men because he never dates anyone from our firm. He is also a very private man.

“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.