Timon Novels & Stories

"W* laaro ola,shotigbo? Ma ri nkan ti mole she fun e. Eja a malo. ( Come tomorrow morning. Let me see what I can do for you. Let's go guys) "Ese sir( thank you sir)" Dami postrated to thank Mr Aguda. He was so happy, all he could do was smile. Will things change for the good? He asked himself. He smiled as he walked slowly behind Mr Aguda and his apprentices. "Shey kon shey eni ti woli ojosi sope kema help niyen sir,koma lo je wipe...( What if this is the person the prophet told you not to render help to the other day?)"

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

Aidan explains, pointing towards the new guy known as Thomas, he was quite tall with dark black hair, maybe around his late twenties early thirties. "I don't work with guys I met seconds before we leave" Anthony almost growls out looking towards the two guys, he's never acted like this around me, is this what's he's actually like? "I don't know you from Adam, how do I know you ain't a grass?" He questions the new guy, who brings his hands out his pockets looking in our direction. "Trust me sir, I've heard many things about you, there is no way I would double cross a guy with your record" the guy explains holding his hand out for Anthony, who just stares at him, what kind of record this has

She smiled broadly, giving a brief assessment of Jenna's group of friends. Selina quickly had the answer for herself, and the human interior was complicated. It's not right to say she can see through them, but she's too sensitive to recognize them. “Who is that handsome man, Jenna?” Wolfgang saw that someone asked about him, so he naturally introduced himself, "My name is Wolfgang. I was Jenna's companion on a trip for the past month." Sarah and Vera seemed to understand something. They “Oh!” up and laughed. "We know this man is the one who changed you, right?"

The four of us stand up when five extremely large men walk in. “I am Kaden, and this is my cousin Alek. These two here are Brent and Lance.” I say. “Hey, I am Curtis, and this is Venom,” Curtis says. “I am Quade, and this is Zion. I am assuming you know Chaos.” Quade states.

I whispered, taking in the beauty he possessed. "Well, I'm not one of those men, you know. I'm different. I'm the god, sweetheart Hana. I don't do shit those men do." He sneered and it was mixed with confidence and disdain over the men alive on this earth. Because he thought he was superior. And he was not lying.

Then what exactly was this meeting for? It was barely audible but yet thundered over the room stiling every utterance. It could have easily been ignored were it the voice of another powerless human, but it wasn't. That power to make a squeaky voice sound authoritative belonged to just one person, the human leader, the grand commander, General Hannibal Gisco.

I was too busy trying not to spontaneously combust in the middle of my office “This is sad,” Timone said. “Like, embarrassing, sad. You hear his voice and you turn into wet spaghetti. It's tragic.” “fuck off,” i muttered, trying to stuff my phone back into my hoodie pocket and hide the fact that my hands were shaking. “no, really,” he went on, eyes gleaming with that evil big-brother energy. “you’ve become the definition of a simp. does he know he owns your spine now? or should I send him a certificate?”I flipped him off. He laughed. God, that sound used to feel safe. Now it felt like a bruise.he was still smirking when he nodded toward the door.

I imagined he was my reflection in another thirty years. "Your iced tea is in the living room," Silvia called as we entered the side door. "Thank you," Charli replied. She'd been talking about the house when we both stopped, silenced by his presence. Oren Demetri stood there, his smile too wide, too friendly. For a moment, I had visions of the Joker. That made sense. If I were Batman, my nemesis would be the Joker. "Hello." His voice boomed through the air.

His voice was loud and confident, unafraid of possible consequences of his actions. “Milano, sir. Milano’s the name, sir.” He saluted again, raising his head from it's bowed position, eyes bright with pride. Milano. I hadn't heard that name before. He seemed like one of the new recruits. Probably was. “Fall out.” I said simply, my hands finding their way behind me. He was relatively tall, muscles stretching his clothes taut with force. He walked out, hand placed proudly on his bright brown, leather belt. Probably from his first paycheck. Hadn't been here more than a month. Two months, if he was extra dumb. His heels clicked loudly across the concrete, slow and prideful, moving towards me wit