Timmy Turner Sister Novels & Stories

"What are you saying? When have I ever hit you? I'm pretty sure I treat you a little too well …" If she continued to spew nonsense, she was going to end up becoming Pinocchio. Jamie involuntarily shuddered. Of course, she had hit him before. He'd developed muscle memory from it. Why was Yara acting as though she wouldn't hurt a fly? She was lying through her teeth … He glanced at Timothy, who sat across from him, and came to a realization. His sister had fallen in love. She was finally embracing the path of a modest wife and loving mother.

Timur’s ears perked up like sharp antennas, and the wry curve of his lips was the sign Anatoly needed to know that he had my cousin’s undivided attention. Timur dropped his empty glass on the table with a swag and crossed one leg over the other with his arms spread out on the rim of the sofa. “Pause. What do you mean, a sister?” Anatoly nodded, squeezing a slice of lemon into his mouth. “Half-sister.” “And he wants her to get married to the beast?” For reference, “the beast” was Tristan’s nickname back in his hometown. He was well known there for his callousness and brutality.

“It’s truly you, I thought my eyes were playing tricks,” a woman’s voice said as she walked toward their table. Vivienne froze. She didn’t need to lift her head to know who it was. That voice was too familiar, one she could never forget. Serena Turner. The heiress of the Turner family. Her best friend in college or so she thought. Daniel Trent’s girlfriend. Or maybe ex-girlfriend now, if the rumors were true. Vivienne’s stomach twisted painfully. Her breath caught in her throat.

It takes me a few tries, but when I see the name pop up, I double check the names that Tracker gave me. Wendy Hill, sister of Yorick Hill. So, Yorick has his little sister helping him look into things too. I wonder if he knows that she’s already got some hacker skills of her own. I smile. Peter Pan makes sense now, but it’s not the right name for her. I already got the list of Yorick’s family, so I know Wendy isn’t an adult yet. I’ll have to see if she’s applied to the Academy for next year. She’s definitely one they need to admit.

"Even a dear friend cannot compare to my sister. Even more, he has deeply hurt my sister. If not for his ingratitude, my sister wouldn't be..." "He once drank until he had a gastric bleed for your sister." "I know." "So, since you know, then why are you still..." "But my sister is dead, and he's still alive." Suddenly, I felt a chill run through me. It seemed like he knew everything but was still adamant about it. Taking a deep breath, I tried to bring calmness into my heart, "So, when do you plan to take action?" Tim said, "Of course, it has to be at the place where my sister died," he glanced at the time, "Probably, in about two days."

Finally, a wave of tranquility washed over me, and I let out a deep sigh, attempting to steady my breathing. After a few minutes, I felt completely calm, but Timbre still held onto me, observing my recovery. "I'm fine now. You can release your grip," I murmured, and she nodded slowly, distancing herself. We both sat on the floor, gazing at the portrait she had dropped. "Who is she?" she asked, prompting me to rise and retrieve it. "My sister," I responded icily, tossing it into the box. "What happened to her? Where is she?" she inquired, standing up as well.

Malia Morris P. O. V We settled inside Timothee's car after my makeover transformation, and I felt nervous as he drove towards the Crimson mansion where my sister lives. The thought of meeting my real parents was daunting. But I have to remind myself that this is not the right time to reveal my true identity as my sister needs me. "Hey, just calm down. I know you're going to do great. Just remember, you're Bianca Wilson, now. You're a top model and you've got this." Timothee reassured me with a sweet smile.

"Rest." We leave the hospital. Timothy is silent the whole drive back to his place. When we get inside, he goes straight to the kitchen and pours a glass of water but his hands are shaking. "He went after my sister," Timothy says quietly. "To get to me." "I know," I say. "She could have died," Timothy continues. "If the crash had been worse, if she'd hit her head differently. He could have killed her just to send me a message." "But he didn't," I say. "She's alive, she is going to be fine."

Gerald asked. "Your dad just found a wife," he informed him. Instantly, the pain that Tim went through at the hands of his defunct sister overwhelmed him. "Why?" He cried out in anguish and everyone was touched. Tim pulled him to his chest and consoled, "It's not what you think, Gerald." Sheldon, who had heard enough, ran back to the kitchen while Tim led the boys to his room. "Every woman is not like your sister," he assured him.

Sharon turns her head to hide her disappointment. "No, do your sister, silly." Rhonda says playfully while scooting over next to Tim. "Come on, Tim. I don't want to burn." Paul shrugs and acquiesces to his wife's choice. Not wanting to make a scene, he slowly turns his attention to his sister.