Timmy Turner Novels & Stories

One of them replied. I gazed at all of them as I tried to calm my Alpha. 'Stupid instinct why should I care' I looked away to avoid their nervous looks. "Ew Jacob you have a dirty kink for a high schooler." one of them said. I wasn't paying attention anymore since we are near the infirmary. The nurse told us the bad news. Timmy won't be able to play the role for an entire week. He got a fractured knee and needs to be treated at the hospital soon. We waited for the nurse and a few minutes later the ambulance siren was heard from the distance.

He’s adorable, I’d say about seven years of age with blonde hair that hangs to his chin. “Timmy, leave Mr Brannigan alone. Sorry. He’s just one of your biggest fans.” The mother looks apologetic and pushes her long dark hair away from her face and grabs her son’s hand. “No problem ma’am. Sure little fella. What’s your name?” Brannigan actually crouches down so his face is the same height as little Timmy’s. Wow. He is so fucking sweet. It’s making me melt just watching him interact with the kid, it’s hurting my ovaries. Holy crap.

"That won't happen. He definitely won't notice these things if you answer him directly. Besides, he already knows who you are. Whether you reveal your identity or not doesn't matter." Timothy remained silent for a moment before he typed out his reply on the keyboard. "That's all in the past. I've returned to a normal life since doing something significant." Upon seeing this response, Sage continued to inquire, "What significant thing did you do?" Could it be the same thing mentioned by his subordinate just now? Could Timothy really be the infamous doomBringer from the olden days?

Mary said, playfully touching Tiffany on the arm, "We're friends aren't we? Friends tell each other things. So tell me, are you really seeing Shawn Gold?" Tiffany looked around. Almost all eyes in the hallway were on them, and people were slowing down their steps, hoping to catch some of the conversation. Tiffany wondered how best to tackle the situation, but before she could make up her mind, her saviour arrived in the form of a six foot, three-inches tall dark-skinned boy named Timothy. "What's good?" he said, flashing everyone a bright, straight-teethed smile as he swung a friendly arm over Tiffany's shoulders. He towered over all four girls effortlessly.

Tim had a stern look and said in an icy voice, "How dare you offend this honorable person, going as far as to threaten him and stop his friend from leaving. You should be honored that he's only asking to break one of your legs." Wilbur had killed Lightning Hank and Jeremy Owens. Who the hell were these guys in comparison? Conrad finally panicked and whimpered, "Don't try anything funny! It's not a good idea to mess with me, either!" Tim's fist came flying out.

After hearing everything, Timmy was so furious that his veins were throbbing. "That's what I heard from them. I’m guessing 90% of it is true. Think about it, Secretary Summers has been an official for so many years. I’m sure he can easily cover up these kinds of things.” "Why am I the only one making a loss?" Timmy was furious. "This isn’t over!” "What are you going to do?"

“But the physical evidence also doesn’t match up. There was no time in the incident’s chronology for anyone to have abducted Timmy Danvers, least of all Danny Tremont.” I look at each and every one of them again, then say, “Two weeks ago, Timmy Danvers effectively disappeared off the face of the earth and his mother doesn’t seem too upset by this, now. And neither does anyone else in this town, with the exception of my guys and the state troopers.”

If he’d combed his hair in recent history, there was no evidence of it. “Hi, I’m Timothy! It’s so good to meet you at last.” Not knowing what else to do, Billie stuck out her hand, and, after looking at her outstretched palm for a moment, he shook it. ‘Tiger Man’ had strong, tough hands. She could feel the calluses on his palms when he touched her. “Hello, Timothy.” Then, as he studied the expression on her face, his eyes began to twinkle. “Not the place your dates usually take you, huh?”

She tilted her head, I held my breath as I stepped into the room, “He's here, kids.” Andera's voice wobbled. “Your daddy's here.” My breath escaped my lungs when I saw Tiffany, her face pale and her hazel eyes that were full of laughter were dull. Sitting on her bed was... Timmy. It was like looking at my five-year-old self; our resemblance was so uncanny; it was like the little me had time-traveled from the past; no wonder Andera tried to hide him from me. “Hi, kids.” I managed an almost inaudible whisper. I could hear my rough breathing, feel the tension so thick.

"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.