Timmy Thick Now Novels & Stories

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

Tim: Im so happy tonight Alex: “Still up? Why?” Me, too.. Tim: Because you will be mine soon.. Alex: you will always be mine… Tim: Can I hug you? Alex: The kids are here sleeping… Tim: I will come outside your room..i just want to say goodnight and see you again before sleep Alex: Okay

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.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did I embarrass her, Timothy?” Timothy gave a soft chuckle. “No, Ma’am. It actually suits Rebecca. She is my baby girl.” I smacked his arm. “You too.” “Ma’am? How about you call me… Mom? Or you can just call me… Carol.” The spoon Timothy had been holding clattered against his plate for no apparent reason. He let out an awkward laugh and suddenly excused himself. “Sorry, Mom. Tim can be really stubborn. He ate nachos earlier—even though he’s lactose intolerant. Now his stomach’s acting up,” I said, shaking my head.

"Gideon!" He stumbled forward, tears and snot running down his face. "Gideon, you're finally here!" Timmy was just 14 years old. Though his combat skills were average, he was a genius with a remarkably high IQ, excelling in various technological fields. He could even hack into the national security systems of powerful countries and extract intelligence. Timmy hadn't been brought to Oasis Vale by Gideon. He was a distinguished expert hired for a substantial fee by Cipher. Ian had been impressed by his tech skills, which were invaluable for intelligence gathering and greatly benefited Cipher.