Timmy Thick Novels & Stories

Arkyn countered, his head nodding slightly as he spoke as if he didnt believe that Tim could actually be useful. “I..I..aaa. Dark Moon.” Tim announced as if he had struck gold. “Oh I can name packs too. Let’s see, I guess I'll say ours Black Mountain.” Garold snapped, annoyed by Tim’s weakness. Arkyn looked to Garold who rolled his eyes. A small smirk rolling across Arkyn’s lips. He watched Tim fidget fighting between anger and fear. Fight or Flight taking over in him but fight was not really an option. “No Dark Moon is moving with James.” Tim said quietly, his eyes flickered as he saw one of his soldiers moving slowly to the car.

He frowned and shouted, "Are you sure you want to eat that? Are you certain that we can get out of here?" "Stop that nonsense!" Justin glared at him. "Who's the one who lost everything?" "Hey!" Tim curled his lips and muttered, "You're so stingy...I'm going to get you something tastier!" "Oi!" Justin knew what he was up to. He glared at him and said, "Don't do anything stupid. Don't make any noise and attract more people here!" Tim stood up with his hands on the ground and said with a smile, "Duh... I know! Am I that stupid?" He took out a short blade from his military boots and gave Justin a sidelong glance. "You just wait and see! We're gonna have meat today!"

Moore and warm to me. Mrs. Moore glowered, and Timmy's eyes bounced around the room, his shoulders slouched as he hid his hands beneath the table. I cleared my throat, and I recounted everything as I consciously stifled the nausea that hung in my throat. Alex turned to Timmy. “Let me see the designs.” Opening Timmy’s laptop, he clicked and began checking the slides. After a while, his head snapped up. “This is Sophie’s work—the theme, the arrangement.” He let out a chuckle.

"So many?" Feeling proud, Timothy said, "That's right. I've been in Dunhill for a whole month to complete all of this. What do you think, Milady? Do you think I'm amazing? Am I much better than Benjamin?" Grace silently gave him a thumbs-up. "Timothy, you're indeed my key player." Timothy grinned. "Since that's the case, will you consider me? Not only am I good at business, but I'm also definitely good at being a boyfriend."

Ignoring their useless whispers since I could still hear them. ************************* "Timmy won't be able to go up the stage tomorrow. He needs two weeks of rest since he twisted his leg." Jacob broke the silence. Everyone gasped in dismay upon hearing the sad news. Yet I was even more surprised since the nurse told us that it would be only one week. 'This fool doesn't even remember what the nurse says' I sighed heavily. With a little time on our hands, we won't be able to put someone who can memorize all the lines in one day.

I try not to look like I'm about to puke just looking at all the blood all over the couch, because that would make me weak, but fuck it. "That shit is disgusting."I say this when one of the guys responsible for security on the hill sits next to the pool of blood and bites into his sandwich. Without making a face. "Relax, man." Timmy says and I squint my eyes in his direction. He's no older than eighteen, but from the amount of tattoos and muscle on his body, he could be older than me. "I am fine." I say, tracing circles on my jeans with my fingertips. He huffs but doesn't say anything else. Which I thank mentally.

the officer said in a commanding voice. "Yes, officer..." Tim trailed off. "Officer Wilson," the cop replied, sternly. With a sinking feeling, Tim opened the door and got out of the car. He was shivering, even though it was not a particularly cold night. Tim was a slip of a boy, 5-7, 120 pounds, max. Tim was blonde, and barely looked like he had passed through puberty. He was wearing a thin t-shirt, loose straight-legged jeans, and a beat-up pair of Converse AllStars. It all accentuated how pathetically scrawny he was.

Tyler and Maeve invited them, they're all from campus and I'm sure I've struck conversations with them once or twice. The music is so damn loud that it makes my skin tingle and my lungs feel like mush. The bass in here is thumping in time with my heart beat as if they are one, filling me from head to toe with nothing but music. I love the song that's playing and I turn around and spot Tim on the decks. I just got to know that he's a dj the other day when I called Jim, inviting him to the party. His brother is awesome with his work. Cross me by Ed Sheeran is playing and I nod my head to the beat.

Things were getting tense after one question followed by an answer. Timmy had always been a savage person. He reached out and pushed Jasper. "It would be wiser to get your *ss out of here and don't ever come here anymore. Or I'll beat you up if you dare to come again!"

Someone clear throat and i look towards Simon who's looking at me with his one brow upward. "She's hot maybe I just try my luck to talk with her" said Timmy coming towards the table and sat down. Don't know listening to him I don't feel good. "Yeah that's She's you know I can talk to her in five seconds and have her number in 50 seconds " Simon said. They both start to looking at her back.