Timothy Kenny Novels & Stories

🖱️ Jayden 🖱️ “Kenny.” My personal assistant looked up from the tablet in his hands so fast I was surprised he didn’t strain something. Kenny had been with me for six years now, ever since the last one quit claiming the job was “incompatible with a normal heart rate,” and in that time he’d developed a habit of flinching slightly whenever I said his name in that particular tone. “Your Majesty.” “Is everything prepared for the Festival of Light?”

Kaithy smacked Timothy’s shoulder, making him snap out of it and finally take Quinn’s hand. “I-I’m Timothy Brown.” “Brown? I think I’ve heard that surname before. Then again, there are a lot of Browns in the world,” Quinn shrugged. “Hello, I’m Kaithy Brown, his mother,” Kaithy chimed in, shaking Quinn’s hand. “Hello, Tita!” “You’re so beautiful, hija!” Quinn beamed even more. “That’s been a while—I mean, thank you, Tita!” Claire and Quinn laughed at her slip-up.

“I'm doing some research.” “You're partying with the movers and shakers,” I translate. “Eh, that's just a bonus,” he claims, and I can picture his wink. Timothy, it must be said, is a bit of a player. He has his father's flame-haired good looks and ready wit, but without the sharp edge and quick temper resulting from Tony's accident and subsequent constant pain. “Anyway, you're the one at the centre of the UK business universe. Keep your ears open?”

Suddenly, Lem spoke up, "You probably don't know this, but the three of us are currently living together. We see each other at home every day. So, there's no need for any greetings even if we bump into each other at school. "Besides, Kennedy is the kind of person who doesn't say more than a few words to anyone. His aunt asked him to tutor Timothy. It was a disaster for Ken. After almost half a month of tutoring, Timothy still struggled to catch up with Forrest and remained in Class Six. "Speaking of Forrest, has he really left?"

We waited with bated breath as Penny skidded to a stop beside the benches. She leaned over and put her hands on her knees as she panted. “Breathe, Penny!” I said, moving toward her. I offered my arm for Penny to rest on as I carried her to the seat. Penny plopped down and gasped. "Timothy just scored an exclusive interview with none other than Carl Plunk!" she said all at once. My eyes widened in disbelief. "THE Carl Plunk? The famous reporter?"

'Why would he look at me with hope? That thought quickly disappeared as he stopped in front of his dad and the stranger. "This is Colton's Dad, Sawyer. Your Grandpa. He's been looking forward to meeting you." Timothy said as he reached up and tucked a curl behind Kennedy's ear. Kennedy didn't take his eyes off Sawyer and watched as he lowered himself to his knees. "I'm so happy to meet you. I've been looking forward to this day for so long." Kennedy tilts his head in the opposite direction, 'for so long?'

“Oh, Paul , this is Timothy Kavell - Packard. Timothy, this is Paul Hilton, the Tide’s star catcher.” “Yes, I’m well aware,” Timothy said. “Great game. I’ve watched you for a lot of years.” “You Timothy Kavell who makes the sportswear?” Chris asked. Timothy nodded. "Your Dad still in the business? Timothy gave him a small smile." Yes, he is, but retiring soon " Paul nodded. "Cool. You two come on back. Bryce should be done by now.”

"Tim's just fooling you so you'll stay with him. He used to get into fights all the time. He let me hit him just to make you feel sorry for him. He's—" I cut Ken off. "I know he's faking it. I don't mind. You knew Jenny was faking it, and you didn't mind. You understand me, right?" Ken went pale. I ignored him and walked away. However, he chased after me and shouted, "I do love you! That's why I never cared about your background, but the Harris family will never let Tim be with a married woman, even if he likes you!" Tim had just gotten out of his car and overheard Ken.

“You look like you’re preparing for a fall, not a celebration, Alice.” “Have you always been this observant Mr Davenhall?” I queried, trying to ignore how calm his voice is. “Call me Timothy.” I didn’t say it. “Tad must be waiting for me. I should go.” I turned ready to leave, but Timothy was quick to block my path. He gripped my wrist softly, eyes searching mine. “Tad is busy trying to buy the Brooks' favor. He doesn't even know you’ve left the room. He only notices you when you aren't standing where he parked you.” He blurted out, like he couldn’t bear to see me leave.

“Good morning.” Timothy walked up to Karl. “Hey, is the little guy not crying anymore?” Karl rolled his eyes at him. “I’m his father. We have a special connection.” Timothy chuckled. “Whatever you say, boss. By the way, I’ll be going to Henry’s place in a while. I couldn’t congratulate him in person since I was away, but now that I’m here, I’ll have to go say hi at least.” “Go on.” “Aren't you coming along?”