Timmy X Remy Novels & Stories

Without a word, Tim followed Olivia into the house, his stride heavy. Tonight, the secrets of the past sixteen years were coming into the light. And tonight, Timothy would decide if he was still a Dorian or if he was truly the last Hemsworth standing alone.

"It's going great. Totally sold out. You got the tickets I sent for September, right?" "Yes, thank you. Where are you now?" "Portland, Oregon, then up to Seattle." A petite blond waved from behind Tim's shoulder. "Hi, mom!" "Hi, Annika! Keeping him in line?" She put her hands on his shoulders and pecked him on the cheek. "Oh, yes, he is not a problem." Her crisp accent was kind, and Tim leaned back for a kiss. Tim had always been a kind, quiet boy. He reminded me most of Sarah. But he loved to perform. Both my boys did, really. Teddy had done it on a baseball field; Tim always preferred the stage.

Checked my phone and saw a message from Timi Timi: You looked beautiful tonight Me: Thank you Sir. You didn’t look bad either. Timi: It’s now “Sir” huh? Me: It had always been. You probably weren’t paying attention. Timi: No, it wasn’t. Me: So you came with your family huh? Timi: Yeah. Our dads are old friends. Met at Lawyers Gala night and reunited. I was about introducing them but joke was on me. Me: Not surprising. In Bamenda, everyone knows everyone or at least someone who knows everyone.

Timothy screamed as soon as he saw Jade on the door and hugged Jade's waist. Her heart jump. Its beat was like a drum beat creating a loud sound as they thump her chest. Timothy was Tyler's spitting image, just one look at him, Tyler would know.