Timmy Timmons Novels & Stories

"Of course. From now on, I'll be your mother, Timmy." She wanted to make up for the parental love he'd missed out on and to give him everything she could possibly give. Timothy was the son of Damien's assistant, who'd died during the Rinsberg incident because of Beverly's miscalculation. Timothy threw himself into her arms as he called sweetly, "Mommy! Mommy…" It sounded as if he'd been given the whole world.

Timi💖 : Heyzz Temi: Tout Timi💖: Your tout Temi: Chessy Timi💖 : Anyways, I was wondering if you are down for an outing? Temi: I'm down, I was bored anyway. So where? Timi💖 : I was thinking we go to the movies? Temi: Cool, time? Timi💖 : Get ready, I'll come get you in an hour. Temi: You or your driver? Timi 💖:Stfu and go dress 😂 Temi: Ode Timi💖: Mumu Temi :Your mumu Timi💖: Cheesy. Temi :Now You See.

Tim carried a sign reading, BONE EATERS R NOT PEOPLE & DON’T DESERVE RIGHTS! He stood in front of her now, that sign leaned casually over one shoulder as though it was something as innocuous as an umbrella. “Answer me,” he said. “What are you doing here?” Tell him! (Tell him what?) Tell him that we’ve both been ridiculous. That it’s not too late to change. Robby needs us. Tim grabbed her arm and twisted it, causing her to cry out. “Half our church is over there watching. Tell me right this goddamn minute what you’re doing here?”

He belongs to the supernaturals but not as an Angel or a demon. • Timothy Jones: He's a seventeen-year-old bunny boy (has bunny teeth). He's 179cm tall (5'10ft) and weighs around 65 kg (143 lbs). MBTI type: ISFJ. He's cute as hell, owning the shiniest pair of big doe eyes. Not to forget that he's a muscle pig, protective of everyone he loves. Timothy is a coconut head with thick brownish hair. This stupid boy took up special tests and studied hard to jump a year, and as a result, he's in the same year as Sofia and Scarlet. Being the youngest, he's cherished and protected by everyone even though a single punch from him can break the opponent's jaw. Favorite color: Red. Zodiac: Virgo. He has a

I laugh at his impersonation of officer Timmons. Timmons has been giving us shit for years. He is as old as my father and usually means no harm. He knows I am trying to make this club legit now, so he usually doesn't interfere. Today might test that friendship with him though, some things he can't control. I won't be surprised if he shows up next time with a warrant.

Olivia asked, pulling him out of the depths of his memory. Tim shook his head slightly, taking a slow sip of his coffee to steady his voice. "Ethan Wellman is a difficult man, I must say. He holds more in than he lets on, and he finds it hard to be impressed by... well, anything." Olivia gave a thoughtful, "Mmm." "But not to worry," Tim added, the conviction in his eyes sharp enough to draw blood. "There is no rock I won't crack." Just then, Timothy’s phone beeped—a call from an unknown number. He leaned over, picking it up with a curt, formal tone. "Hello, this is Tim Dorian."

Timothy came barreling through the mountain-sized double doors, tucking his shirt into his pants and doing up the last two buttons on top. Only then did Aubrianne notice the staff closer to the doorway. "Well, now that my eldest son is here, late as usual, but most important here, let me introduce you all," Theo states. Timothy was tall and slender, almost as tall as their father. He had dark brown hair, cut low and skillfully marked. A defined jawline, a Roman nose, and medium-sized lips. You can see that he had some muscles, not much but some. "Ok, guys, first, let me introduce you all to my daughter's friend, Jada," he gestured to Jada. With a hand swept over to his family, "And Jada, thi

Tim sneered, "I'm too stupid, I should have guessed it a long time ago, but you're also very capable." Tim sat up slightly, and the quilt slipped, revealing his broad chest. Because he exercised regularly, every muscle was as exquisitely carved as if by a sculptor. The hormones were about to overflow. Monica's beautiful hands gently stroked his skin, and she was in a very good mood. "You never asked me, what's wrong, do you want to cooperate with Red Fox?" Tim put out the cigarette before saying, "Yeah!" He pressed her down, smiling mischievously. "After this time, tell me Red Fox's contact information. I have something I need her to help with. If he's there, we can better realize our common

Tim asks why Amy turned him down, which is whenever a lady first chases him away, since every young lady who approaches quickly gives a number and doesn't have to say two words. He took a gander at Amy and leaned closer to Amy, Amy leaned back slightly. "Why are you kicking me out?" Tim asked him truthfully. "Aren't you one of the individuals in the Second Chance Band?" Amy asked him. "Correct, that's me, I'm the bassist!" Tim is excited. "All things considered, everything considered, you're going to have a bunch of popular girls; you're just going to welcome them out! Alright, bye!" After saying this Amy quickly became confused and left him.

“I'm doing some research.” “You're partying with the movers and shakers,” I translate. “Eh, that's just a bonus,” he claims, and I can picture his wink. Timothy, it must be said, is a bit of a player. He has his father's flame-haired good looks and ready wit, but without the sharp edge and quick temper resulting from Tony's accident and subsequent constant pain. “Anyway, you're the one at the centre of the UK business universe. Keep your ears open?”