Timmy Turner Evil Novels & Stories

Damon The last letter I received from Tim had me regretting my decisions. I should have listened to the elders, I should have called him back when things were still a bit subtle. According to the letter Tim managed to sneak through to me, Gazel had managed to catch two of the spies that were working with Tim. He had them locked up and was constantly torturing them in order to get the full truth out of them. The letter also mentioned that Gazel was definitely up to something, but Tim wasn't sure of what the man was plotting yet.

These guys are my brothers in arms, my friends, but we’re also merciless about picking at each other and I know my life will be easier if I let them think what they do. When the waitress arrives with my beer, Tim puts his hand in the small of her back to keep her from leaving. “Let me suck your blood!” he commands, waggling the fingers of his opposite hand in her face with a creepy stare. It’s a bad approximation of Bela Lugosi, but she laughs, then squeals when he bends to her neck and bites her gently with the plastic teeth. As she scurries off, he spits the teeth onto the table and takes a sip from his beer. “I’m telling you, one of these weekends, she’s going home with me.”

"No, I didn't do anything!" "Shoot!" Khloe aimed at his head but I kept my cool, although inside I was freaking out with the behavior of this girl. "No!!! N-No!!! I- I will c-confess! Don't kill me!!" Timothy cried out and Khloe pulled her gun up, shutting us. A silence fell again as we waited against our victim's ragged breath. "I-I am f-f*cking my little sister. It's always good! Damn, it always feel so good! And she love it!" Timothy burst out, a creepy smile on his face.

The doctor told me he was dead. Mr. Holmes asked could he please talk to Timmy. He was trying the solve of murder of her husband. She agreed to let him talk to Timmy if she could be present. Mr. Holmes introduced himself to Timmy. Timmy was a little boy about 13 years old. The same age as Eddie. Mr. Holmes stated by asking Timmy about Eddie. Timmy stated, “I don’t him, but he is in prison for killing Jim. Do you think he killed my daddy?” Mr. Holmes explained to Timmy that Eddie was in jail when his father was killed.

I wished I hadn't woke up from the hospital bed. "I don't forgives you!" Timmy viciously shook his head. "But I'd never hate Missy Robin, ever! So you a' shut your mouths about that, you're the bad one, not her!" I froze, looking down at Timmy. He was shivering from his wet clothes now. While I didn't know how to process everything right now, I knew he needed to change and get warm before he ended up getting hypothermia. Werewolves or not, he was a small pup, susceptible to illness.

My heart was racing, out of control. It was him. He was the one who sent them. My hands trembled, but before I could react, Timmy pulled me into a tight embrace. I stiffened at first, but the warmth of his body surrounded me, and for a moment, I closed my eyes, trying not to fall apart. “He’s involved in human trafficking, Davina,” Timmy whispered against my hair. “This isn’t a game.” My breath hitched. Midnight cleared his throat, and when I looked at him, his face was dark.

Hazel remembered Danielle mentioning that Timothy was very quick-witted. She nodded. “Do it. What’s the plan?” Timothy leaned in closer to her ears and whispered something. Hazel frowned upon hearing it. “That’s too evil.” “She’s the evil one here. You're the daughter of the victim, remember?” Timothy poked at her forehead. “Don’t be silly. When it comes to people like her, you can’t consider morals. An eye for an eye is what they say.”

"I don't know what the hell he sprayed on Timothy, but he went down fast. He’s gone, Kan. They took him." Kan’s fingers twitched toward the wormwood collar. Gideon watched the flesh bubble and blister where the wood touched the enforcer’s throat. "Stop," Kan whispered, seeing Gideon’s claws begin to slide from his fingertips. "Timothy... he’s a ghost for a reason. Don't count him out of the fight yet."

“The pain you’re both feeling is too much. Your dad and I agree—you need to sort your shit out before one of you dies from it. I’m not letting my kids kill themselves over one damn year.” I look to Dad, surprised. He yawns and nods. “Agreed. Your lives are worth more than a timeline.” “Noted,” I mutter, glancing outside—and spot him. I growl. “Dad, we’ve got a Tim to kill.” Mum frowns. “Wait—what?” “So much happened last night,” Dad explains. “Lenny came to see her. Said Tim is the spy. He’s been trying to lure her off territory so the humans could take her.”

For years, I didn’t he existed but now couldn’t go a single day without thinking about him. Tommy looked up at me with narrowed eyes that looked very much like Evie’s. “You’re trying to kill me,” he gave me an accusing look. Instead of intimidating me, it made him look too adorable. “You’re breathing. So unfortunately, no.” “Did you hear that, Uncle Damien?” Tommy looked toward Damien, who stood nearby watching the training session with keen interest. “He admitted he’s evil.” Damien snorted. “I’ve been telling people that for years.”