Timmy Thick Now Novels & Stories

Right? “One thing about Timothy is that he knows how to be late,” Tamara said as she ate from a bag of chips. I looked at her completely flabbergasted. “You brought that in here?” I asked. Tamara shrugged, her fingers stained with the chip’s flavor. “A girl’s gotta eat.”

She looked at Tim as if she were seeing a stranger wearing his skin. "Who is that, Tim? Is that... is that you?" The silence that followed was heavy with the weight of twenty years of secrets. Tim stood frozen, the "Timothy" still echoing in the hallway, realising that the carefully constructed wall between his past and his present had just developed its first major crack.

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!”

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

“Stop rubbing at your eyes, it'll only make it more puffy.” I turned to look at the person who just spoke and I smiled once I saw him. “It's been a long time, Terry. I didn't expect you'd be here.” Terry smiled and sat next to me, with my permission. His hair fluttered in the wind, he had grown it longer than it used to be. He also lost a lot of weight and was now more muscular. “You must have put a lot of effort in training.” “Of course. There's nothing I can do here other than train. What about you? What are you doing now? I have never got the chance to speak to you since you were always with Alpha Joshua, the seer or a member of the council.”

After a while, Anthony decided to head upstairs to check on his brother. Climbing the stairs slowly, he approached their bedroom. As he opened the door, he was met with an unexpected sight that stopped him in his tracks. Timothy stood in the middle of the room, adjusting a towel around his waist. Water droplets clung to his well-defined chest, glistening in the light. Timothy’s muscles were clearly visible, his physique a testament to his athleticism.

It felt like those eyes of his could see straight into the depths of her soul. "Bev, why aren't you here yet? The play is about to start! If you stand me up, I'll hate you! Timmy's in a bad mood. Don't all little boys like Tooley the Gigantic Monkey?" Anna's loud voice burst through the phone, shattering the quiet. Beverly's heart skipped a beat, and her tone became uneven. "Timmy… He lived abroad until he was five, so he's barely watched any local Laridian shows or plays. He's more into robots and superheroes. You…"

People started tagging me, demanding an explanation. I just laughed, opened up my private YouTube account, and revealed it to the public. There, I had 99 private study vlogs posted. Every video showed me studying until the early hours, notebooks covered in dense notes, even memorizing notes while I was showering or using the bathroom… I smiled at Tessa.

His knuckles turned white, his jaw clenched. “Summer,” he said sharply, “I’ve told you this more than once. I have a mate. Her name is Mia. Please stop calling me in the middle of the night. Ask one of your other friends.” There was a brief silence on the other end. Then, she muttered, “So what if you have a mate? That Marking Ceremony was meant for me. You planned it all for me!” Her entitled tone pushed Lucien over the edge. He slammed the brakes. The tires screeched, and the car lurched.

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!"