Timmy Winx Novels & Stories

“Lower your voice. This matter really has nothing to do with me. It was your mom who came looking for me and asked me to help hide it.” “Come on, my mom is not as cruel as you, vicious woman. You hurt Jade and Jackson, you’re an evil person. It must be you who instigated my mom to do it!” Timmy refused to listen. “Now my wife has become this way and the child is dead. You better f*cking compensate for it! Otherwise, I’ll cause an uproar and let everyone know what evil creature you are!” Looking at Timmy, Roxanne knew he wanted to extort her. She thought to herself how did that b*tch Sarah raise such a b*stard like him.

Mary said, playfully touching Tiffany on the arm, "We're friends aren't we? Friends tell each other things. So tell me, are you really seeing Shawn Gold?" Tiffany looked around. Almost all eyes in the hallway were on them, and people were slowing down their steps, hoping to catch some of the conversation. Tiffany wondered how best to tackle the situation, but before she could make up her mind, her saviour arrived in the form of a six foot, three-inches tall dark-skinned boy named Timothy. "What's good?" he said, flashing everyone a bright, straight-teethed smile as he swung a friendly arm over Tiffany's shoulders. He towered over all four girls effortlessly.

"Hey there, Timmy," Richie said into his phone after giving the signal for his men to plant a substantial amount of coke in Benson's car. "Is it still kicking? That little toy I bought you last summer," he muttered. Timmy threw his eyes to his trophy sniper rifle sitting on a platter hanging on the wall in his office under the coffee shop. He smiled and said, "she's still kicking as good as she looks."

"Timothy, I was talking to Janina on W******p, and it looks like she needs help." Jona bit her lower lip and stopped herself from showing her annoyance to Minche. It would have been ok; she was able to hold Timothy by the hand because of Trix, but the witch interfered. Timothy quickly approached his sister. He came home early today because he was worried about his son. He lost his mind that his sister was with him. "It looks like she can't stand up properly because she slipped on the toilet." Minche even showed the photo of Janina's foot that she sent to her earlier. She asked the girl for the photo as proof that she was really okay. But the photo itself shows the answer.

"I have been waiting for the both of you so we can all together have our lunch, Timothy went somewhere to have his training, he anyhow practices archery whenever he is upset." "Oh my, did something go on? Is Timothy upset?" The Queen interrupted and faced her eldest son with a worried countenance. "Mother, you do not have to worry. Timothy can handle himself," her son muttered and gave her a gentle embrace. The three of them had their meal and meanwhile Timothy Amber was crossing the bridge towards the southern borders. He finds the city tiresome for the folks have disappeared because of the witch's spell. He was bothered by the thought yet one day he woke up being so unusual all of a sudden

Someone clear throat and i look towards Simon who's looking at me with his one brow upward. "She's hot maybe I just try my luck to talk with her" said Timmy coming towards the table and sat down. Don't know listening to him I don't feel good. "Yeah that's She's you know I can talk to her in five seconds and have her number in 50 seconds " Simon said. They both start to looking at her back.

“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.

Tim: Im so happy tonight Alex: “Still up? Why?” Me, too.. Tim: Because you will be mine soon.. Alex: you will always be mine… Tim: Can I hug you? Alex: The kids are here sleeping… Tim: I will come outside your room..i just want to say goodnight and see you again before sleep Alex: Okay

Timika “Look at me” … she says in a soft, yet firm tone. “My sweet Tim-Tam” she begins, raising my chin gently. Her eyes flashing a brilliant silver…. “Everyone has a past, their own demons. But the only way these things can ruin us, and win over us, is if we let them. Stop running! Turn and face them, and if you fail … that’s okay ... just get up and try again. Because the only time we really fail, is when we stop trying. No one can keep you down, just remember that! You are the boss of your own life, no one else! Not your past, or your present, nothing and no one…just you! I know you have a special journey to complete first. But remember this… when your time comes. You are very special, m

He belongs to the supernaturals but not as an Angel or a demon. • Timothy Jones: He's a seventeen-year-old bunny boy (has bunny teeth). He's 179cm tall (5'10ft) and weighs around 65 kg (143 lbs). MBTI type: ISFJ. He's cute as hell, owning the shiniest pair of big doe eyes. Not to forget that he's a muscle pig, protective of everyone he loves. Timothy is a coconut head with thick brownish hair. This stupid boy took up special tests and studied hard to jump a year, and as a result, he's in the same year as Sofia and Scarlet. Being the youngest, he's cherished and protected by everyone even though a single punch from him can break the opponent's jaw. Favorite color: Red. Zodiac: Virgo. He has a