Timmy Thick Novels & Stories

"Hey there, Timmy," Richie said into his phone after giving the signal for his men to plant a substantial amount of coke in Benson's car. "Is it still kicking? That little toy I bought you last summer," he muttered. Timmy threw his eyes to his trophy sniper rifle sitting on a platter hanging on the wall in his office under the coffee shop. He smiled and said, "she's still kicking as good as she looks."

:Making friends while I've been gone, huh? :Everyone needs friends,: Kree said. :Even a coshey.: Rhychard reached out and rubbed the elven hound's mane. He then turned to Timmy. "I hope you've been staying out of trouble." "I can take care of myself, I told you," Timmy said. Famallumi stepped up to join them and Timmy and he did some sort of fancy handshake as if members of some secret club together. Rhychard couldn't help the smile that spread across his face at how Timmy got along with their little band of misfits.

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.

To tell the truth, I didn't completely zone out, I just didn't want to listen to her anymore. "Leave the damsel alone jules, I'm sure she's had enough of your stories" Timmy sent a wink past me obviously proud of himself for saving a damsel in distress. He's been like that ever since I joined the team, all flirty and sweet, it was so easy to fall for him and let him into your pants but I have been over this before and believe me when I say history aint repeating itself, if you know what I mean . But all in all, he's a great guy.

Elika smiled as the band continued to play, the sound of music filling her ears with sweet bliss. She was sat beside her oldest brother Peter, his smile seeming to brighten the whole room. Peter was exactly a foot taller than Elika, with combat cut black hair. His night black suit giving compliments to his emerald green eyes. Elika giggled before looking around the grand throne room, her eyes landing on Timmy. As usual he was stood beside other soldiers, his black mullet like hair glued to his head with sweat. He stood shorter than most other guards, reaching only 6 foot 1. His navy green suit matching his mossy green eyes, his semi-automatic machine gun by his side.

To my surprise, Timmy seemed right at home. He hopped right up onto a stool, his hands grabbing for a tool that was oddly his perfect size. I watched as he began chipping away at one of the stones, humming and kicking his little legs. I approached the table slowly. 'Don't forget my words' the whisper haunted me. And I wished that when I thought of it, I didn't just picture Morax's liquid gold eyes. They were strong and fierce. But just maybe, they were cruel too. The bandage on my finger said otherwise.

please ". "You've got you ". "100%", Timothy said

Mary’s not waving the cleavers quite so threateningly, and Timothy now looks like a human who’s climbed out of a bog, rather than a bog that’s walking around with a human head. Tim is also looking slightly more bemused than angry and suspicious. “You… found a bunch of people whose first reaction on meeting an angry swamp monster is to… threaten it with a water pistol?” “I found Packmates who are all just as strange as I am, yes,” I say, answering the real question behind the words. “Timothy, just ask Blackmarsh to pull all the mud and stuff off you back into the marsh. Those are tadpoles on your shoulder, they’ll die if they dry out. And that’s your best hacking jacket. Tony and Katie will m

"You're still a neat freak old lady. Nothing really changed even after so many years." "H-Hey! What did you just call me?! Old lady?!" Timothy is my childhood best friend and the twin brother of Themis. They look really identical, aside from the fact that Tim is a mischievous and overconfident man who loves to lurk around and tease me. He really is like a younger brother to me. "Why? You're already twenty-seven. You're old enough to get married already." "I'm just twenty-seven years old. Don't say it like I'm a one-hundred-year-old woman."

I stretched my legs and a moan escaped my lips due to how comfortable it felt. I immediately covered my mouth in embarrassment and peeked at Sebastian who soon released a loud chuckle, making me blush in embarrassment. Taking a good look at his features, I realized he was one handsome fellow but he was nothing like the Greek god who beat me to this state. Sebastian was like the other version of Devon, hmm, I like the feel of his n...Sh*t, nevermind. Sebastian had a friendly temperament making anyone feel comfortable with him on first encounter. It was unlike that of Devon who had the aura of 'Don't come closer if you wish to keep living'.