Timmy Turner Sister Novels & Stories

"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."

I went on to tell the female police officer about how Vivian barged into our room on our wedding night, insisting on sleeping with Zachary, how she guilt-tripped Zachary into leaving when I was sick in the hospital, and how she would threaten to end her life whenever Zachary and I were on a date. For three entire years, I backed down time and again, only for Vivian to grow increasingly bold and outrageous. I informed the police officer about how I accidentally overheard Zachary's conversation with Vivian, which was how I learned that she wasn't actually his younger sister but rather his ex-wife.

Weeping, she explained, "Truman, I'm Brother's assistant now. Wherever Brother goes, I go." "Is that so? Grace, those five clients were all lost because you leaked the signed contract addresses to Tim. Our Goodman family has become endangered because of you. I've investigated everything, and I've found out that Tim and you are related by blood. You're Tim's sister." "You're not an orphan. Tim wants to swallow our Goodman family, and you're his informant. Since you want to work with outsiders to take over our Goodman family, I won't be polite to you anymore. Also, you two siblings have repeatedly targeted my real sister. I won't let that go either, because you know who my real sister is."

Her transformation had not gone as far as that of Svetlana’s father: he had empty holes where his eyes had been but hers harbored black furry spiders quivering inside her irises. I’m an orphan now, Svetlana thought dully. It’s not too bad to be an orphan. The Voice is our father. I don’t need anybody else. Not mother, father, or . . . I had a sister named Sveta. My sister was a pest. I bet you are a good girl . . . Andrei! The cry in her mind was so loud that she was sure the eyeless puppets would hear it, but they did not stir. Brother! Help!

“No, I’m telling you. Your real name is Ruby Sanders and you’re Sarah’s sister-in-law. This Timmy here is Ruby’s biological nephew, you know? They actually got together and even had a baby. Sarah allowed her son to be with her aunt, oh my God!” Roxanne stared at Ruby and Timmy in shock with her wide eyes. “You’re talking nonsense!” Ruby and Timmy looked at each other and yelled out. “Nonsense? Was Sarah once your sister-in-law?” Susan asked Ruby and she nodded. She asked Timmy again, “Is Sarah your biological mother?” Timmy nodded. Susan laughed coldly and pointed at Timmy as she told Ruby, “This is your brother’s son, the one who Sarah sent away last time. You get it?”

The girl asked, pointing at Renfrew. After listening, Renfrew shook his head seriously and said, "She's not my big sister. She's my mommy. I'm Renfrew. Mommy just looks young." Hesper chuckled and ruffled Renfrew's hair. The girl appeared greatly surprised. After a while, she sighed deeply. "I'm Jen Turner, and this is my younger sister, Lily Turner. We often hang around the set together. Theresa is similar to us, though she's been in this line of work for a bit longer," Jen said.

"I like you, Tim. I really like you. And I know you feel it too... so why are you holding back? Why won’t you just act on it?" Tim chuckled nervously, a dry, humourless sound. The situation was spiralling into a grotesque parody of romance. His own half-sister was professing a love that was an abomination to nature, entirely unaware that the man she was touching was linked to the same bloodline she wasn't aware of yet. He opened his mouth to respond, to find some clever, non-committal lie to de-escalate the tension, but the heavy velvet curtains behind them were suddenly thrown open.

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She knew that it was impossible between her and Ethan now, but she couldn't just stand by and watch the person she disliked the most be with Ethan. She said, "Isabella, she is Alexander and Benjamin's sister, my cousin. She's a member of the Turner family, and she has been deceiving you." Upon hearing this, Ethan raised his gaze. Before Amelia could say anything else, she took out her phone and played a recording. It was recorded a long time ago.

Maya said gently, her hand on his arm. He wrenched away from her, moving back to Helena’s bedside. He took her hand in his. “Helena,” he said, his voice breaking. “Helena, please.” I couldn’t watch. I turned away, pressing a fist to my mouth to hold back the scream building in my throat. My sister was dead. My beautiful sister was gone. And the last thing—the very last thing… anyone would have thought would happen. A harsh sob tore from Hunter’s throat, the sound so raw… it hurt to hear.