Timmy Winx Novels & Stories

I almost laughed imagining Timothy as a pre-teen, so innocent and full of wonder. “Hey, I was all about the Fantastic Four,” Timothy continued, brushing the bangs out of his eyes. “Sometimes I wish I could stretch my arms that long, or even be impenetrable like The Thing!”

:Making friends while I've been gone, huh? :Everyone needs friends,: Kree said. :Even a coshey.: Rhychard reached out and rubbed the elven hound's mane. He then turned to Timmy. "I hope you've been staying out of trouble." "I can take care of myself, I told you," Timmy said. Famallumi stepped up to join them and Timmy and he did some sort of fancy handshake as if members of some secret club together. Rhychard couldn't help the smile that spread across his face at how Timmy got along with their little band of misfits.

“Now read to mummy.” “Once upon a time in the land of Soccer cove, there was a young and talented football player named Timmy. Timmy was small for his age, but his heart was as big as the soccer field itself. He lived with his loving family in a little cottage at the edge of the forest, where the trees would whisper stories of outstanding football players who had come before.” Tyson started reading and looked up into his mom's eyes. “Good boy,” she ruffled his hair. “Go on, mommy is listening.”

I confessed, quietly, almost as if I were testing the sound of the words before throwing them out into the world. Timmy blinked, confused, as Midnight looked at me over the cup of tea she had just prepared, her eyes full of unexpected interest. "What?" Timmy asked, narrowing his eyes. I raised my head, facing him directly. "I'm Sissy. The one she exchanges messages with all the time. The one she tells everything to, from the most mundane things to... even her fears and dreams. She sends me songs, shares the most detailed observations about the world around her. She talks about the books she's reading, and I..." My voice faltered for a moment, and then I took a deep breath, gathering my coura

The other members of the team: Timmy Stormblood 'Tim', the eldest and most matured member of the team. Age nineteen, son of Delactor Stormblood a world renowned swordsman. Tim joined the blade rage with the goal of becoming one of the strongest swordsman in the continent. At age nine he began learning the ways of the sword, at eleven he developed his own sword force and by fourteen he began learning sword style. Wielding the sword dubbed, Confessor's end. Now having a current bounty of ninety thousand perus.

"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.

He quickly helped Benson up and said with a smile, "It's nothing. I've just always been naturally good with kids! Vincent is a busy president, after all. It's understandable that he isn't close with Timmy. He's just occupied with work!" "Hah! What could he possibly be busy with? It's just a tiny, worthless company—" "Ow! That hurts! Let go of me!" Before she could finish, Benson shrieked and pulled away from Jaden's grip before collapsing to the ground, crying in pain. Jaden put on a wounded expression. "I-I didn't do anything! Where did Timmy learn to frame others at such a young age? It'd be disastrous if he grows up to be so vindictive!"

Ryan chuckles. Ryan tells me “ Fill our brother mate in. I’ll grab us some food.” We have done this before so I took a seat. “ Hi, King Luther.” came a tiny voice from my side. I look down and see Timmy. He is a three year old that belonged to one of Ryan’s warriors. Before I can respond to him he turns to Valerose. “ Hi, King. Vampire.” he said. I couldn’t help but laugh. Valerose did too. Val holds out his hand for Timmy. “ You can just call me , Val,” he said. Timmy stood a little taller and shook Val’s hand.” You can call me Timmy.” said in his best attempt to sound like a grown up.

Searching for my clothes I needed to shift quickly to de-escalate the situation. Shifting forms I slipped on my damp shirt and my pants as the tiny boy dropped to the forest floor. Axel grabbed his arm and was manhandling the scared young Werecat. “Stop it, Axel, he is a werecat like Sawyer and I believe that he is our son's familiar!” The child nodded his head. Kneeling before the boy after Axel released him I asked for his name and he stuttered out, “Tim…Timothy McNeil, ma'am.” I smiled at him and brushed his shaggy black hair from his tiny face. His big yellow cat eyes darted between Axel and I. Axel was eyeing him suspiciously while I smiled down at him after standing.

I growled so loud that everyone, even Timmerson lowered their eyes from her. Tina came up and gave Phoenix one of my shirts that I had in the backpack I brought. She took her time putting it on, giving me a sexy smile and I knew sometime in the near future she was going to have my eyes rolling to the back of my head. She walked up to Timmerson and smiled a toothless smile before addressing him. “Beta Timmerson, I know what it’s like to be loyal to your Alpha.” She turned her head toward me and licked her bottom lip.