Timon Novels & Stories

“Mr. Timothy, you’ve misunderstood. It’s a misunderstanding!” Timothy’s expression froze, and he said in shock, “What? What did you call me again?” Hyena said in a humble tone, “Mr. Timothy, I’ve already made up my mind. From now on, you’re the boss in Whitown, and I’m your lackey!” Timothy expressed his disbelief. ‘F*ck! What the f*ck is wrong with Hyena!?’ “You, you must be sick in the head…” Hyena said in embarrassment, “Mr. Timothy, it seems that you’re still unaware about it… Leonardo and Lamar have been thrown into prison!”

She smiled at me. “My sister likes you” she beamed, but that altered the minute she set her eyes on Timon. She gaped at him slowly, then at me. “What's he doing here?” She stressed unhurriedly, her mood entirely changed. “Oh, him?” I stuttered, staring at him. “Are you two friends? He is…” She moved closer to me and whispered “Timon” into my ears. “Your majesty, I came here to serve in the palace,” he said with a bow.

"So what are you going to ask them?" "Nothing, for now, I just want to see them." And that he did, the moment he got to the end of the stairway, walked the dimly lit corridor between two rows of empty and occupied cells till he got to cell B17. Both rogues were locked up in the same cell. They looked awfully calm and composed. William dutifully introduced them to Jason and Jason observed them. Timon had black hair that was spiky, his sunken black eyes gave him a grave look and he's cheekbones were over pronounced. He was tall, but taller not Jason. Zack however, was a short, sturdy, bald man. So bald his head shone. His eyes seemed too big for his head and his

Winnie was sleeping soundlessly when someone appeared in her room. He was wearing a black hoodie with a skull mask and staring at her. He stepped closer to her and didn’t take his eyes off her. “Winnie…” He whispered slowly and sweetly but she didn’t respond. “Winnie, sweetheart,” he said with a sneer. “Cassius, I’m sleepy,” Winnie groaned, turning to another side. A second later her snores were audible.

I'm Timon your highness,’ The guard responded. "What a nice name. I wish to see you later in the evening " Tilda said. "Are you married by any chance?" Tilda asked. "No your highness, I'm single," Timon responded. "That's just perfect, you may leave now, and please lead the guest here, my grandmother would speak to him here," Tilda said before the guard bowed and left. "What was that for my child, why would you wish to see him later in the day?" Celeste asked.

He pulls me into a hug when he reaches me, both of us looking in surprise at Cain when he makes an odd sort of feral growling noise, which he almost immediately covers by coughing. "Did you just growl?" I ask with a laugh and he frowns at me, shaking his head as though I'm crazy so I look at Damien for backup and he nods. While Gale is walking across the course at a speed that a sloth could overtake her, Damien and I try, and fail, to imitate the sound Cain made just now, stopping when he shoots us a look that lets us know how much he's not enjoying our joke.

His frame was massive, broader even than most of his warriors, his muscles honed through years of brutal combat. But it was his eyes that commanded the room. Ice-grey and piercing, like twin blades. They missed nothing. Trusted no one. When Valerian spoke, men listened. When he moved, the world seemed to shift to accommodate him. As he sat now, one boot lazily hooked over the other knee, a messenger approached the throne. The man bowed deeply, holding out a small black bird—the message still tied to its leg. Valerian leaned forward with a slow, almost lazy grace, plucking the tiny parchment free.

On the other side, a young man who appears to be in a dreadful dream. Help Please assist me. I'm not happy to be here. Migi The voice became louder as if it was becoming enraged. "MIGI!" Migi was flung over the bed right away. He was so out of breath and sweating that it appeared as if 10 horses were following him.

“About what?” “My job,” I whispered. “It wasn’t a coincidence. It wasn’t a real opportunity either. It was Giovanni. He owns the company, he orchestrated the interview, the offer, everything. I was just a pawn… I didn’t even realize it until he said it today. I was played for a fool and simply because I refused to listen, simply because I chose to be stubborn.” Damon’s eyes darkened slightly, but not with anger at me, at least, not the kind I feared.

I said, voice bright, smug, too loud, “no Cyrus with you? he ditched you again?” Timone stared at me, eyes all narrow and dead cold like he was staring through a window he wanted to break, “maybe he doesn’t wanna be around some cheap-ass coward who ditched him for five fucking weeks and came crawling back like a roach” i snorted, leaned against the frame, unfazed even though my stomach knotted a little, “you memorizing insults now, baby? or you just jealous you didn’t get to come crawling with me” he rolled his eyes, arms crossed, didn’t rise to the bait,