Timmy Turner Sister Novels & Stories

“I think I just had a social stroke.” Sienna was still staring at me. “Fiona. Your sister Fiona.” “Mm-hm.” “Is engaged to Zachary de Sanctis.” “Unfortunately, not a Zachary who works at a gym and has bad tattoos.” Arianna covered her mouth with two fingers. Her nails were dark red. Very beautiful for someone whose soul was currently leaving her body. Sienna placed the back of her hand on the table, then pulled it back again. Like she needed to touch something, but the table was too real.

Closer. I turned sharply this time, wiping my tears angrily. “Why are on earth you here?” I snapped. “Haven’t you done enough?” His expression didn’t change. Calm. Controlled. Like always. “I needed to talk to you.” I laughed bitterly. “Talk?” I repeated. “About what? Have you not spoken enough? You completely ruined everything, you knew I was her sister, didn’t you?” His jaw tightened slightly. But he didn’t interrupt. “My sister…” My voice broke again, softer this time. “Do you even understand what this means?”

None of us move for some time, while we all catch our breath and allow our laughter to die out. “Hey, little man, would you mind if we borrowed your sister for a bit?”. Aiden asks Timothy. He has been referring to me as his sister, and it’s the cutest thing ever. If anyone would have told me a year ago that this is where I would be today, I would have laughed. A sad, incredulous laugh. “Actually, I do mind! Very…”. “We’ll take you for ice cream later”. “YAY!”. Aiden and Asher laugh, while Timothy runs off in the other direction. Probably to look for Maxim, Millie or mom.

Nahlela I was surprised to see Timi in the kitchen. Even though I had told mom and dad that I had invited hi, I hadn’t. I was even more surprised when he said dad did because dad had not mentioned anything. Coincidentally, his sister was Kadmia’s course mate in the university; we really live in a small world. She tried pretending like she didn’t know me but I didn’t let her. I called her out on it and she finally accepted. I liked her already.

It was my turn to babysit our parents, to make sure Dad didn't kill Mama, and I was ready. My brother drummed his fingers on the back of my door, stalling. "I invited some people over. Flinn, Pete, and Chrissie. That okay?" "Sure," I said brightly. "Of course.". It was not out of the ordinary for my brother to hang out with pretty, interested women from back home when he came here on vacation from Le Cordon Bleu breaks, but I knew he'd never have any of them. He was head over heels in love with my best friend, Timothy.

With only fifteen dollars left on my card, I had politely turned her down. She hung up rudely on the spot, and my mom immediately called to scold me. “Your sister rarely asks you for anything. Can’t you just help her out? We’re family. How could you be so heartless?” What about me? I also wanted a property in Tomson Pinnacle. Earlier, I had cautiously brought up wanting to borrow some money for a downpayment. Guess what my mum said? “What does a girl need to buy a house for? When you get married, your husband will take care of that.

Damien steered the car toward the airbase with Timothy in tow. "Timmy, do you want a baby sister or a baby brother?" He got excited at the thought of Beverly waiting for them at the entrance of the base. It was as though he were the father of her child. "A baby sister," Timothy replied sweetly, taking out a doll. "A baby sister sounds perfect. She'll be as beautiful and gentle as your mother." Damien's heart skipped a beat and filled with warmth whenever he referred to Beverly as Timothy's mother. It made her sound like his wife.

"It’s been a while." Gabriel gave a curt nod. "Prince Timothy. Welcome back to Silver Claw. I assume you’re aware of the situation." "Indeed." Timothy smiled faintly. "My sister seems to have… complicated things again." Martha flinched but said nothing. Kimberly’s gaze lingered on Timothy — there was something almost too composed about him, like he was choosing every word to weigh on them just right. "I apologize," Timothy said, turning toward her with an elegant bow. "Luna Kimberly, I’m truly sorry for any discomfort my sister has caused. She’s… passionate, but misguided."

She had never expected Trevor to behave like a wild animal, his action had totally caught her off gaurd and she couldn't tell what more he would have done if Tina had not intervened. Tina's voice grew louder, her words brimming with fierce determination. "She had nothing to do with it. It was all about my sister." Trevor's expression softened, his eyes flickering with confusion. "Your sister?" "Yes," Tina hissed, her tone dripping with malice. "Sheryl Jones. Your father killed her, and you're just like him." Emma's eyes widened, the pieces of the puzzle falling into place with chilling clarity. Tina's sister was none other than Sheryl Jones? The revelation sent a shiver down her spine as she

She walked out of the room, smiled and twirled around to show her brother. William Evan Turner - the young master of the Turner house had prepared well with black tux, white gloves. His curly blond hair had been ironed with hair wax that made his handsome face look like a greek god statue. William cupped his little sister’s head and said: "You mischievous little brat, who let you use my dress?" "This is fashion, fashion. Can't you just compliment me?" She pouted her lips. End of the way, living a life she also shrank back to the age of seventeen in her soul. Who told you to pamper her so much?