Timmy Vicky Novels & Stories

In fact he's been avoiding me since the party. "Since you're friends of Vicky, hour food is on me. Order whatever you want." Vicky's friends are just as annoying as some of the guys in the dorms. I let them go order, as I try to talk to him. He doesn't raise his head up to look me in the eye. "Coward." He doesn't say anything. I finish my food as his friends come back to the table. They're smiling and giggling and I wonder what could be funny. Timothy has been staring at me for a while now, but I'd rather be eaten by a horse than tell people I know him.

I gently coaxed, "Let's go have some drinks together with Ben?" She was silent. "Sarah..." "I'm speaking the truth. He hates me. He hates everyone." "Okay," Came a calm voice. I knew she would drop it. "That's great." Relief washed over me. "But you forgot something, Vicky," She abruptly made eye contact with me, a weird determination present in her orbs. I had a sudden premonition. "Enemies to lovers is my favourite trope." "Hey, Damien! Vicky wants to dance with you!" She said it so loud that everyone heard her and focused their attention on me.

“But I hope you know I also have good news.” “ Ahhh this is a good day, you have news too ?” “ Yes baby …Juicy , Juicy news “ Williams dropped into the seat beside her and pointed. “Should I go first?” “Go ahead. Impress me.” He clapped his hands like he’d been waiting to perform. “So, your beloved sister—Queen Vicky—had her glorious welcome party today.” Valerie already knew that part. “And?”

Vicky lay on the ground, gritting her teeth, "Claude loves me, and you can never win over me." After hesitating for a moment, I gritted my teeth and reached out to help Vicky up from the ground. As she stood up, she seemed to regain her confidence and said, "If you're not there by 7:30 tonight, you'll never know what I wanted to tell you." With a proud look on her face, Vicky left. I stood there, clenching my teeth tightly to control the urge to hit her. I really wanted to know about the child's situation and the truth. Perhaps there was still a chance that he was alive?

“You’re up for the headline spar, Max. Alba’s putting in their best. Don’t disappoint the hometown crowd.” “Wouldn’t dream of it,” I said, though my stomach had decided to forget it was attached to me. Vicky approached with quiet steps, her sticks cradled under one arm. “Victoria Quinze,” she said, voice low, even, and accented in a way that made every word seem chosen. Then, with a half-smile, “Call me Vicky. Easier for the cheering section.” “Max,” I said simply. “San Vicente.”

Vicky stuffed the still-buzzing phone back into her bag and let it vibrate unanswered. Robin reached over and took her hand. Suddenly he smiled. "Think about it--they already have two kids. If this one's born, that makes three." Vicky turned sharply, narrowing her eyes at him. "...And?" "Todd's family has two kids too. We're the only ones still at zero." He leaned closer, lowering his voice. "I think the timing's about right." "You really want one?" Vicky looked at him seriously, like they were negotiating a contract.

"You came!" "You thought I would not?" Vicky pouted playfully and then turned to Sebastian and Vivian. "Hi Mr Lyon, Mrs Lyon." She said. Both parents greeted Vicky with warm smiles. Vicky was dressed beautifully in a blue gown, her hair and makeup gave her the look of a sophisticated Barbie doll. "He didn't come?" Vicky asked, noting the absence of Draven. "He didn't," Jessica replied simply. She and Vicky were simply the only ones who would be without dance partners.

I couldn’t get Emily out of my head. The door creaked open, and there she was—Vicky, all curves and confidence, her hips swaying. She locked eyes with me, a smirk playing on her lips as she kicked the door shut behind her, hips rolling like she already knew she was getting fucked tonight. Vicky’s been working with me for nine years now. She came on board about a year after I opened R.M Club, and honestly, she’s been one of the main reasons the place makes real money.

“But… I can’t. Aariz… he won’t agree. I know he won’t.” Zoya sighed, placing a reassuring hand on her friend’s arm. “I understand… but just remember, Timmy… it’s not wrong to miss your old life. It’s okay to feel that.” Timtim nodded, a small, wistful smile playing on her lips. Her eyes shimmered with unspoken emotions—a mixture of longing, love, and the subtle sadness of being trapped between two worlds. She wanted to share everything, to confide in Zoya, but even now, she felt the invisible chains of Aariz’s watchful presence, restraining her from speaking freely.