Timmy Turner Novels & Stories

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…"

Buffy had gotten a later start in life, but played 'radical catchup' since then. While not going into details, Buffy was very engaging. Timothy had no formal training yet had somehow managed to acquire a familiarity over his misspent life. He had even been paid in an AR-14 once. He had, of course, turned it over to the cops...but couldn't remember which cop, or precinct, when prodded by Nikita.

He said like it was an obvious hint. "No clue." I said. "I'm Timmy Turner...Fairy odd parents?..." He proceeded to sing part of the theme song of the cartoon. And for the first time,I thought of him as cute. "Oh,I use to love watching those growing up." He looks at me intensely. "What?" I asked completely daunted by how he was looking at me with people around. I didn't want to give him signs that would cause a ripple effect in time because I didn't want to start anything with him. I still loved James even though it hurts right now. I just couldn't afford starting something with someone else besides,I haven't figured out what this was between us.

Justin glanced outside the door and didn't see any adults. "I'm looking for my mommy." Timmy patted his chubby tummy; he had run away from home and had heard this address from a guy named Nolan Cunningham and made his way here. He was searching for his mother. "But, there's no mommy here except for my own," Justin shook his head. "You've got the wrong place." Timmy looked up at the house number and said, "I'm not wrong, it's here." "Seriously, your mommy isn't here." Justin tried to close the door, but Timmy darted inside.

“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.”

Their armor was worn, their faces weather-beaten, and their beards unkempt. A few generals stood a short distance away from the main tent. Carissa recognized one of them—Timothy Farrell, an old comrade of her father's. He had even held her as a child. Timothy strode up and stopped before Carissa. He studied her face, then said excitedly, "Carissa Sinclair? Is that you?" "Timothy!" Carissa's eyes stung. Timothy's lips trembled slightly as he nodded, then he turned away. Seeing Carissa reminded him of Hector and the six junior generals.

"My big brother? Why did he send you a present? Isn't he out of the country?" "Didn't your dad tell you? Your big brother's coming home." Elliot looked shocked for a second, then he gave an awful smile and laughed with his friends. "Looks like Joseph knows what's up. He knows I'm gonna be the Don soon, so he's sending gifts to get on my good side. Maybe he's hurrying back to congratulate me!" Elliot thought he was going to be the next Don of the Lewis family because he remembered things from before. What he did not realize was that in our previous life, he got to be the Don because I, the one who was supposed to take over, had picked him. In this life, things might not go his way.

The voice seemed familiar, but I could not place it. “Speaking.” “Leah, it’s Jack. Jack Carter.” “Jack,” I paused for a second, “How are you?” “Always so pleasant. I need to ask you a favour as I know Logan will not ask you.” “Of course.” “I and my wife Chelsea, Logan’s mum, are having a family get together next weekend for his birthday.” “His birthday?” I questioned. “Logan didn’t tell you?” “No!” I was surprised but also not somehow at the same time.

“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.

He reveals. Commissioner jumps off his seat after hearing that. He gets closer to Timothy and wants to know more. "Tell me Timothy, who killed Officer Bowers and Officer Hudson?" He asks, holding onto his shoulders and looking deeply in his eyes. "Do you promise that you won't get mad?" He asks, giving the commissioner puppy eyes. "I pinky promise." Commissioner attaches his pinky to Timothy's pinky. Then he lets go, allowing him to speak. "It's a vampire." Timothy tells him.