Timmy Turner Novels & Stories

“Not much else to tell. Roger’s private. Keeps his estate locked tighter than a fortress. I’ve been trying to find a way in, but no luck so far.” “Keep trying,” I said quickly. “I need to know if any of this is connected to Emma.” “Emma?” Timmy asked, raising an eyebrow. I looked at Timmy. He was a nice spy. He was even smart and loyal too. But he was handsomely paid each time and I wasn't sure where his loyalty really lay. “Never mind," I replied briskly. Timmy looked at me oddly but he didn't push. He just nodded with a smirk, he knew better than to pry.

Timothy said with a smile, cutting him off as he turned to Amber and added, "And you must be the dance instructor." "Yes, good day, sir; it's a pleasure to meet you." Amber replied "Same here. Now, I better get home before they think I've gone missing," Timothy joked as he waved at them and left the building. "Is that who I think it is?" Amber asked as they stood watching Tiomthy get into his car. "Yes, it is," Pitts murmured under his breath. "Oh my god, the famous Timothy Crawford of the Crawford group!" Amber exclaimed in shock.

When our whole family saw the death timer for my sister will end on her sixteenth birthday, she became the most important person in the family. She suddenly took priority in everything, from food to dresses, and even bedtime stories. I felt for her, but I was also jealous that she was given everything. However, a day before her sixteenth birthday, my parents locked me up in the storeroom in fear that I would make a mess of things. I kept hammering the door, crying, "Mom, let me out! I'm having a fever, and my head hurts!" Mom didn't believe me. "Just stop! Your sister will die in just a day, and you're playing sick to gain our sympathy?! Don't you understand anything?!" "No…" I tried m

“A little boy. Dark hair. Still in his spiderman Jammies? Maybe angry too? Walking willingly to his doom?” "Oh, trust me," Timmy chuckled, his voice faintly echoing in the big hall. "A boy in Spiderman jammies would be hard to miss." He winked. I had no clue what was so funny about wearing spiderman jammies. But maybe I was too freaked out to understand or appreciate his sense of humour. All I could see or sense right now was his staggering assholeness that I didn't have time for. When I did nothing but stared up at him with pure frustration, he lifted his hands in defeat.

“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.”

"Apparently Fat Boy told some of his boys and they spread it around. I just overheard them. People don't pay attention to me because I'm just a young kid." Rhychard opened his eyes and glanced at the empty loveseat. :Kree?: "I thought I told you to stay away from those people. You could get hurt." "I can take care of myself," Timmy said with puffed up bravado. :I am here, Warrior.: :I need you to check something out for me if you can.: He quickly told the coshey about Timmy's call and what Karl told him yesterday. He wasn't sure why Bertram Leary would be kidnapping people unless Karl was right and they were food for his sister, but he needed to try and do something to save them.

Tim could not have foreseen something like this happening at all. "Jenny..." —Tim just stopped talking here. In point of fact, he wanted to ask Jenny if it was Jerry or not, but he couldn't figure out why his throat was choking him. He wanted to ask Jenny if it was Jerry or not. Tim used to assume a different persona, known as Tommy, more frequently than anyone else. Since he has personal experience with the reasons why a person might not want other people to know their identity, he is aware of the reasons why it would not be practical in this situation to ask Jenny directly about her plans to inquire about everything through Miss White.

Because apparently Aaron had been blessed by the gods with a demigod metabolism and could devour absurd amounts of fried chicken and fries without ever losing his cologne-commercial model looks. “Look, Davina, I love you, but these fries are amazing. And honestly, Timmy has a point. You should rest a bit.” I took a deep breath, counting to ten in my head so I wouldn’t throw something at him. “So that’s it? I’m surrounded by traitors?” I crossed my arms, staring Timmy down, but he stayed stubborn as ever. Timmy sighed, running a hand through his hair before cupping my face with a tenderness that disarmed me for just a second.

"You're still a neat freak old lady. Nothing really changed even after so many years." "H-Hey! What did you just call me?! Old lady?!" Timothy is my childhood best friend and the twin brother of Themis. They look really identical, aside from the fact that Tim is a mischievous and overconfident man who loves to lurk around and tease me. He really is like a younger brother to me. "Why? You're already twenty-seven. You're old enough to get married already." "I'm just twenty-seven years old. Don't say it like I'm a one-hundred-year-old woman."

For a moment, the way he looked at Jessie was a little complicated and hard to understand. Jessie also frowned slightly. She had heard of this Timmy. A while ago, he had been very popular on the Internet. It was said that he had been training in a branch company outside the Horfoud's in order to become the successor of the Horfoud's one day. According to the information on the internet, his age seemed to be around twenty-five or twenty-eight years old. But he looked very young. This R City was obviously so big, but sometimes it was also incomparably small.