Timmy Turner Novels & Stories

I said as I hugged one of Clyde's legs. "Jacob... Calm down... Tell me everything..." he said and held my arm to assure me that everything was going to be alright. "Clyde... There's two people, who were so weird and introduced themselves to me... The first one is a middle-age man and his name is Timothee. I... I was scared of him but there's something within me that says it's like I've known him for a long time. And there's this guy, sama as our age whose name is Minhyun SEO. And I look just like him," I said while trying to calm myself down.

To tell the truth, I didn't completely zone out, I just didn't want to listen to her anymore. "Leave the damsel alone jules, I'm sure she's had enough of your stories" Timmy sent a wink past me obviously proud of himself for saving a damsel in distress. He's been like that ever since I joined the team, all flirty and sweet, it was so easy to fall for him and let him into your pants but I have been over this before and believe me when I say history aint repeating itself, if you know what I mean . But all in all, he's a great guy.

Tita got cut up when a small little girl showed up beside Timothy, that really look like him. "HELLO!" The kid joyfully greeted us with a bright smile, "Whos' this little thing over here?" Tito asks Timothy. Before Timothy answered I noticed this poor girl beside him. Who is she? "Mom, Dad this is my daughter Tabitha and this is my fiancé Louen" I suddenly deafened because of what he said, no way?! This is not true. I saw how Timothy wrapped his arms on that gold digger, and how this pesky kid grabbed his other hand.

“It’s still early to prepare for it. I’ll stand by till Sam gets here.” I looked at the machine right in front of my eyes. It was made of steel, a ton of wirings, a cylinder-like metallic body, and some other bits of gear I am not familiar with. “Working on it again?” I asked. I heard how my mom took a deep breath. “Yeah, it’s always been my dream to create a time manipulation device. I am nowhere near in relinquishing that dream.”

Tim found me later. He leaned against the wall outside my room, arms crossed, a familiar smirk on his face. “Well,” he said. “Look at you.” “What,” I asked. “You’ve turned the Alpha into your personal guard,” he teased. I rolled my eyes. “Don’t start.” He studied me. “I’m serious.” “I didn’t ask for that,” I said. “That’s what worries me,” Tim replied. I frowned. “What do you mean?” He stepped closer. “What did you do?”

Anyone with eyes could see those were strangulation marks—what necklace? Donald finally snapped. “Mr. Zoo, my mother is an elder. You should watch your words.” “And you are?” Tim looked at Donald, puzzled. Donald’s face was already a patchwork of bruises. Now it darkened completely. A police officer quietly reminded Tim, “That’s Mr. Turner from HeartLogic.” Tim couldn’t help laughing. “Mr. Turner? How did you… get this fat?” Donald’s face turned even darker. Nelson said coldly, “Mr. Zoo, we haven’t offended you, have we? What are you trying to do, kicking us while we’re down?”

How could he possibly know? But Timothy wasn't a boy anymore; he was a shark. He doubled down on the lie, his eyes narrowing with a manufactured rudeness. "Excuse me? Who is Timothy? And what have you done to my mother?" He turned his head toward the stairs, his voice rising in a panicked call. "Mom? Mother!"

"Darling, you know... Well, I'll take you some other time. The media aren't friendly." My stomach flipped as a scenario of Nate running into Ashton flashed across my mind suddenly. No! Ashton would never find out about Nate! But Nate wasn't done with his questions. "But mummy—" "How was the events, K? You look like you've been to hell and back!" Tracy rescued me from Nate's incoming truckload of questions. "You have no idea," I mumbled, taking Nate to his room to prepare him for bed while Tracy walked behind me, ears itching. *

They quickly got in the car. Jasper switched on the laptop and inserted the USB stick. There were two videos inside. He clicked on a video recording called "My Village". "This is my village, Tavers Village." Timmy had recorded himself, he then pointed at the large tombstone, and said in a choked voice, "My family, my relatives, my friends, my lover, and my children are all buried here." Timmy sat next to the tombstone as he recorded himself. He said with reddened eyes, "I think I may also get killed eventually , so I have to leave some evidence so that I won't die for nothing like the other villagers."

I almost laughed imagining Timothy as a pre-teen, so innocent and full of wonder. “Hey, I was all about the Fantastic Four,” Timothy continued, brushing the bangs out of his eyes. “Sometimes I wish I could stretch my arms that long, or even be impenetrable like The Thing!”