Timothy Charlemagne Novels & Stories

"So many?" Feeling proud, Timothy said, "That's right. I've been in Dunhill for a whole month to complete all of this. What do you think, Milady? Do you think I'm amazing? Am I much better than Benjamin?" Grace silently gave him a thumbs-up. "Timothy, you're indeed my key player." Timothy grinned. "Since that's the case, will you consider me? Not only am I good at business, but I'm also definitely good at being a boyfriend."

Santi snorted, "Pity? Did you try to make me laugh? If it weren't for his biased and scheme, there should be an increase of Great Archmages now. But what did he do? He hid the information about how to pass the restriction between the Archmages to Great Archmages. For what? To gather power on his own? And make sure that the Great Archmages were on his command?" Khalil was silent when he heard what Santi said. He had a point for that one. If it weren't for Timothy's condition, Khalil could have become a Great Archmage decades ago. However, Khalil refused his condition thus he was still stuck as an Archmage. Just like what Santi said, it was obvious that Timothy wanted to monopolize the Great A

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did I embarrass her, Timothy?” Timothy gave a soft chuckle. “No, Ma’am. It actually suits Rebecca. She is my baby girl.” I smacked his arm. “You too.” “Ma’am? How about you call me… Mom? Or you can just call me… Carol.” The spoon Timothy had been holding clattered against his plate for no apparent reason. He let out an awkward laugh and suddenly excused himself. “Sorry, Mom. Tim can be really stubborn. He ate nachos earlier—even though he’s lactose intolerant. Now his stomach’s acting up,” I said, shaking my head.

Timothy playfully tease, laughing loudly at the growl that I'm sure came from Theós. "Shut up Timothy. It's not supposed to smell good to you. It's supposed to smell good to Charlotte." Timothy waved him off. "Oh calm down Theós. I'm just teasing. You'd think you'd know that if that pole wasn't so far up your ass that you could comprehend a joke." "Says the one that literally tried to stick a pole up there ass." Theós scoffed. "Hey!" Timothy pouted, "It was a phase! And at least I could remove mines!"

Their armor was worn, their faces weather-beaten, and their beards unkempt. A few generals stood a short distance away from the main tent. Carissa recognized one of them—Timothy Farrell, an old comrade of her father's. He had even held her as a child. Timothy strode up and stopped before Carissa. He studied her face, then said excitedly, "Carissa Sinclair? Is that you?" "Timothy!" Carissa's eyes stung. Timothy's lips trembled slightly as he nodded, then he turned away. Seeing Carissa reminded him of Hector and the six junior generals.

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.

They would be after him as well. 'Oh god.' I sighed loudly. Time wasted was time lost. This only meant one thing: I needed to cover a lot of ground with Cesare, to make up for lost time. And this morning was a great start. At first, when I had looked at Cesare I was certain that he was Eric's, but then I could see how it was easier to pass him off as my brothers. Eric and I shared a lot of similarities but differed vastly in character and in the way we saw the world.

“Come sit here.” “Father suddenly became very busy after the pilgrimage at the king’s tomb this morning. So I decided to stay late and help him for a while.” Timothy spoke while kept smiling at Selena, and then his gaze switched to the handsome man who sat next to him. He didn’t recognize him at first, though he was familiar with the omega scent. “You must be Jeremiah; I am Timothy Whitewood, Selena’s mate.” Timothy was observing him from head to toe, “I must admit you look so different after cleaning.”

"Oh? Tell me more, then. Enlighten me." "Well, for starters," Charlie says, stabbing a piece of rice, "Uncle Tim told me my daddy is a very important person. He said he was like a king of a big mountain. And..." He pauses, looking at me with those glinting eyes. "He said there’s a strong woman he likes very much, and he plans to take her on a date soon with candles and music." I nearly drop my fork. A cold shock ripples through me. An important person? A king? Why would Timothy fill his head with such nonsense about Damian without asking me? Why should he ever even talk about a father with Charlie?

"Gideon!" He stumbled forward, tears and snot running down his face. "Gideon, you're finally here!" Timmy was just 14 years old. Though his combat skills were average, he was a genius with a remarkably high IQ, excelling in various technological fields. He could even hack into the national security systems of powerful countries and extract intelligence. Timmy hadn't been brought to Oasis Vale by Gideon. He was a distinguished expert hired for a substantial fee by Cipher. Ian had been impressed by his tech skills, which were invaluable for intelligence gathering and greatly benefited Cipher.