Timmy Winx Novels & Stories

She dumped stuffed animals into a blue tote, Matchbox cars into an old Quaker Oats container, then closed the door. Brushing something with her elbow. A piece of paper fluttered to her feet. She knelt and picked it up, shivering, though she wasn’t sure why. It was a picture showing two childlike stick figures. The shorter one wore a red T-shirt and blue pants. With scribbled black hair over a round smiley-face, it was obviously Timmy. The other figure was taller and wider. All black but scuffed around the edges. Its most striking feature: black wings instead of arms, and blazing red eyes. Scrawled over it, Timmy’s childish script read: MR. NOBODY.

I wasn't interested in anything related to dating, or any other relationships besides the ones I already had. I had begun catching up on my Christmas shopping, buying gifts for my parents, Timmy, and Haylie. I had bought Timmy the typical things any ten year old boy would want in 2017; a Hot Wheels car set and a remote control car. But I also got him one of the only things he'd been begging me and my parents to buy for him: a Harry Potter Hogwarts Lego set. Timmy had been obsessing over anything Harry Potter ever since he got the book series for Christmas last year. He came running into the living room after he had taken the Sorting test online, screaming "I'M A GRYFFINDOR, I'M A GRYFFINDOR!

What if he did? I shook my head, thinking that he couldn't be that powerful to defeat my prince. I seriously need to go back to the realm. Ella POV As soon as Betty arrives, I hug her tightly. My heart beats rapidly in fear. "Help Tim, please," I stutter, my voice trembling, as soon as Betty breaks the hug. Everywhere becomes dusty, and I cover my eyes. The dust settles, and everywhere becomes clear again. I hear Tim say, "That motherfucker!" I rush to meet him, feeling the extraordinary power emanating from his body. "Timmy!" I call out, but he isn't looking at me. He's extremely livid, roaring like a lion.

Alex went after Damien and Jasmine went inside the ward to confront Tobias. "Damien , Damien . Stop, common man, stop." Alex kept on calling out to Damien , but he didn't respond. He just kept on going. He didn't even take his car along with him, he just kept on walking. Alex was running now, trying to meet up with his speed, but he was way too fast.

she squealed and twirled on her toes. “Shh, Timmy.” Tanya tried to reprimand her but Timmy is just such a jolly kid, such an innocent one that she is not aware of mates yet. And I hope that this little dream of hers would not become a hindrance for her in having a happy life with her mate, for I would not wish her to be involved in a Purloin Fight.

“I am not joking, Aiden. That mad woman almost killed you. I don’t know why you find it hilarious.” “It is only hilarious because of the way you bring it up whenever you talk. Almost like you can never forget.” “I never can. If I lay my hands on that bitch one day, I’ll rip her hair off her head.” “Easy now, tiger.” Mira is never one to hid her feelings, she is also very blunt and realistic. That was one of the reasons why she is his best sister. They got along so well. She is overprotective of him even when it should be the other way round. Little but fierce Mira. She attends college with her twin. Aiden's parents gave birth to quite a number of kids for people who never had time for childr

It was rigid and unnatural but filled with unmistakable relief. "Mr. Hunter, would you call this self-defense?" Felix asked. Timothy let out a bitter laugh, his demeanor now completely different from their first meeting. "Absolutely." With one step, Felix sent Dexter's four zombie warriors flying, never to rise again. Timothy's men rushed to his side and whispered, "Mr. Hunter, who is he? He's so powerful at such a young age. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I'd think I was dreaming."

Seeing Andrew look over, the boy quickly lowered his head and stammered, "Of course… i-if I've offended you, sir, please... don't be angry at me!" Louie glared at him. "Timmy, you talk too much. What does his strength have to do with you? All you need to know is that he's stronger than you." The boy named Timmy scratched his head awkwardly. "I'm not strong at all. I just started learning martial arts from my uncles, and I can't even beat a wolf in the wasteland."

"That's not the problem. What I'm asking is this. Those things you gave them should have been eaten long ago. So what exactly did she rely on to survive?" Zoey still had a rib between her teeth. When she heard that question, she set it back in her plate. "Timmy didn't have any medicine, so he died about ten days ago." Cyrus nodded. "That explains it." A moment later, he let out a dry chuckle. "Funny, isn't it? Linda always swore that Timmy was her precious little sweetheart, that she wished she could hold him on the tip of her tongue. Well, in the end I suppose she did."