Timmy Winx Novels & Stories

I can just gander at them from far off and couldn’t help but to recall how this scene was extremely recognizable to me. I perceived how Miracle soul isolated from her body and when our eyes met, I saw her disarray, perhaps like any other souls I come across, she wondered who I am—a question I’ve been pondering for so long yet I was unable to gather the right answer. The only fact I know is that I am not a mermaid but with only a simple touch, I can make someone forget about me. I am not a time traveler, but I am very prone to waking up to other people’s bodies, to a different scenario, to a different timeline.

he yelled excitedly. “Sure, son,” Caspian replied with a smile. Timmy kept talking the whole drive. He told us about school, and how the other children were amazed at him. “I have a new friend. She's really pretty and I like her hair,” he said, making us chuckle. I can see him being flocked by girls in the future. I guess it's the genes. He sure got it from his father. Caspian’s lips stretched into a smile as he continued to drive. Not long after, the car stopped in front of famous fast food in the City.

“Timothy’s my little brother. He’s a player, and a charmer, and maybe a better rider even than Katie. He’s also… Uh. Um. Okay. Blackmarsh… chooses its master. Or mistress, but at the moment, the head of the family is Tony, so Tony is the master of Blackmarsh, but Tony has physical limitations, so Tim is his deputy. Tim commands the Marsh. Or maybe can let the Marsh command him. Or maybe it’s both. He becomes a sort of human-marsh hybrid demigod thing. The rest of the time Tim usually acts like a giant goofball. Don’t fall for the act. “So that’s the adults. The kids will be at school, they won’t get back until later. Dhriti and Jasmit are fourteen and not twins. Nick and Nat are eleven, and

Nancy trailed after Timothy, practically pleading, "Timmy, please, don't touch that. That's Ms. Wilson's favorite tea set." She was too late. He smashed the tea set into pieces. Timothy stuck out his tongue and huffed like a tiny tyrant. "Blehhh! I wanna play with it! Uncle Caleb said this is my home now. You're just a servant. Who are you to boss me around?" Then he looked up and locked eyes with Sydney, who stood watching him in silence. His shoulders sank. That scary woman had frightened him so badly the day before that he'd had nightmares of Santa Claus and monsters chasing him.

Timmy strode in front of Jinshen and spoke with a tone that said he was here to denounce Jinshen. Ji Yingfei was annoyed and ran over to pull Timmy's arm. She was dissatisfied and said, "Are you crazy? Do you know who he is? You don't know the Xia family in N City?" Timmy was stunned for a moment. He looked at Jinshen and asked, "Is he from the Xia family?" Jinshen snorted. "What do you want?" Ji Yingfei stared at Timmy and shouted, "Yes, he is Jinshen!"

We all live in The Omen Dorms, the dorms people over-hype. Timothy Waldorf, or Tim as we like to call him, is a bit of a jokester, or so he likes to think, and once he starts talking, he can't seem to stop. He's like a golden retriever with his fluffy blonde hair and big brown eyes that always seem to be pleading for attention. Ant Kashida, on the other hand, is the definition of cold and chill. He sleeps a lot, but he's around here and there, though I've never seen him smile or laugh and when he does it almost seems forced.

Timothy's high, childish voice rang out from time to time. "Where's your mommy?" Timothy answered, "Mommy's living in a big, beautiful house right now." "Who else is in that big, beautiful house?" "Lots of men and women." "Who are these toys and clothes for?" "It's for Mommy's—" "Timmy!" Damien was still concussed, but he forced himself to get out of bed and padded out of the room to stop Timothy from giving away any more information. Upon seeing that Damien was awake, Timothy bounded up to him and hugged him.

"Wanna get a quick coffee at the Starbooks around the corner?" "Oh." Timmy smiled widely as if this was the first time a female had asked him to go get a coffee. In all likelihood—it probably was. "Sure. Great." She made idle conversation on the short walk to the cafe, asking about how his face was healing and how he'd gotten on Riley's bad side. It turned out the kid wasn't from around here. He'd been a big deal in his old school, mostly on the weight of his brother's reputations. He and his boys had attacked one of Riley's 'teams'—apparently he had many of these teams—and what Alice had seen was the consequences.

The sky was clear, blue like the sea, the sound of leaves rustling at the edge of the forest was only a few meters away from where she sat. "Miss Lily, Miss Lily, are you awake?" Venn's frantic call was outside the door. Lily put on her shoes and went to the main door. "What are you doing in such a hurry?" Venn was still panting. The boy was also a werewolf, but not old enough or strong enough to control the pace of his steps as quickly as other adult werewolves. Venn's movement speed is probably only slightly higher than Lily's. “Master… master called you.”

I would be eighteen soon, but fuck it was hard not to want to throw a tantrum like I was five all over again. Timmy wasn't an adult though, and he didn't hide his temper. Maybe since he was young, he felt he didn't have to. "That's not a' f-fair! Sir Morax, I came here on my ownza! I wanted to help a' Missy Robin!" His little foot stomped with his claim. I wasn't sure what I had done to gain him as an ally, but I appreciated him immensely. Which is why I did reluctantly agree with Morax. I had been reckless.