Timon Novels & Stories

He was an egoistic son of a bitch, and it made my mouth water in desperation to suck his dick. “I have an asset that nobody else has. Vincenzo banished himself from the colony. I have everything ready to storm that territory. Why would I need you?”, he said, looking at me. I swallowed a mouthful of nothing and mentally prepared myself for whatever would happen after I said the next words. “You need me because you are underestimating Manuel, and that is a big mistake”, I blurted out. He blinked and moved back a little. “Manuel is just a beta”, he scoffed at me.

Seconds past and the commander of Valeras soldiers was nude, with one of his knees down and his head bowed towards father. “There seems to be something strange just beyond our borders Alpha,” Theophilus said with a sense of urgency, his chest heaved, going up and down, like he'd just ran a thousand miles to get to us. My hand brushed against the hilt of my sword at my waist as I moved closer to him.

The cream was clotted, yellow and delectably lumpy; the jam contained whole, succulent strawberries glinting like overblown rubies in a tsar’s crown. ‘Our boss, the marquis? Some say he’s a hero, others that he’s an objectionable, arrogant bastard.’ Tony shrugged, pantomiming with his expressive hands. ‘He’s a pig. He’s a saint. He seduces and betrays women. He’s an honourable gentleman. He cheats. He’s overbearing. Abominable. He’s a good mate. It depends where you stand, who you are and what you need from him.’ He picked up the brown earthenware teapot. ‘Shall I be mother?’ ‘Please,’ she nodded. ‘I'll keep an open mind.’

“This one here that I spent half of my good years, grooming and nurturing accused me of abusing my wife, the mother of my child that I love so much. Without bothering to find out the truth. Your precious irresponsible king asked my wife to leave the kingdom and now I can’t find her. I will curse you out, Ronan if you don’t give Celine back to me.” “Watch your tongue, Elder Callum,” Timon warned. “And if I don’t? What can a slave like yourself do to me?” He retorted. I mindlinked Timon telling him to back down. He held up a tight grin as he stared at all of them. “Since you all want to know so much so bad. How about I show you?”

Anton smirks at me, searching my face as I laugh. “What’s so funny about being called Tony?” “Because!” I exclaim, shaking my head at him, brushing my hair away from my face, getting my words out between laughter. “You can’t be a ghost named Tony – Tony is like, the guy who works in the sandwich shop down the street! Tony trades you his lunch money for the answers to the history quiz! Tony isn’t hand-picked by the Goddess as a mystical handmaid to aid the Princess in the Underworld –“

“My wife came back with marks on her arms. She wouldn’t tell me what happened but I know it was you two.” “I don’t understand–” “You of all people, Antonio, should know how much I despise lies. I have eyes and ears everywhere. Viola no longer belongs to you. She is mine.” “I don’t care what you did to her growing up but she is under my protection now. I would hate for one of you to trigger my anger and bring out the worst in me. There is a reason they call me the beast.” I got up from my chair and walked to the exit. I stopped right where Susanna was, “ I suggest putting those nails to better use, Sussana.”

Nic looked at me and I hated that I was thinking about the cabin, which meant my face was not as serious as it should have been. I nodded to avoid them staring too long. "You need to tell us everything." "Ok. Fatty is my boss." he held onto the wound on his thigh that was gushing blood and at that rate, He would die from the wound infection than from any bullet I was going to shoot him with. "Does fatty have a real name?" He blinked once, twice and I stepped closer, catching a whiff of something unpleasant from him. "Finn Connolly. But we all call him fatty, everyone calls him fatty."

And he’ll be proud of you if you manage to outmanoeuvre him. “He likes a worthy sparring partner,” I say, then realise then that Timothy has been very quiet. I glance at the man. His jaw is locked. He’s even less happy about people hurting horses than his father. “He could be more diplomatic about giving his opinion?” I suggest. “It’s Crystal,” Timothy growls, and Sarah gives an oh of understanding.

Lily didn't understand why the two of them were laughing, but feeling like she was being tricked, she turned around angrily and walked forward. Elias called out, "I'm not fooling you. Actually, it's not the yellow flowers, but in this forest, there are some insects that specialize in eating raw meat. It's hidden under big flowers, not tiny flowers like that." Elias laughed again, and Venn laughed with his master's cheerfulness. Amity watched the prince's figure from afar. It's really been a long time since the prince had such a happy moment. The grip of the throne, the hostility of Prince Douglas, made the prince's heart harden, gradually forgetting this simple and ordinary joy.

His best man? ‘ Oh, the extremely good looking man that stood behind Liam at the church. That’s Ian?’ Emilia said in her thoughts. “ Okay, And you’re sure that my company is in good hands?” She asked for clarity. “ Believe me Emilia. Ian’s the best when it comes to business management. He might even be better at managing Peyton Incorporation more than you.” He scoffed bragging about his friend to her. Emilia scoffed back, protesting that no one could handle Peyton Incorporation better than her.