Timothy Kenny Novels & Stories

The realization didn't make him like her any better. "Lydia, meet Timothy," Kan said. He ran his fingers through Timothy’s messy hair, his touch surprisingly soft despite the tension in the room. "The final piece of the puzzle." Lydia let out a sharp, insulting sniff. "God in heaven. I can barely sense the ambition in him. He's a bottom-feeder from the Rebellion. Are you sure he’s the one?" Kan’s grip on Timothy’s neck tightened, his jaw setting. "Mind your manners, Lydia." He reached out and hooked a finger into the neckline of the shirt Timothy was wearing—Kan’s own shirt—and pulled it aside.

“Not much else to tell. Roger’s private. Keeps his estate locked tighter than a fortress. I’ve been trying to find a way in, but no luck so far.” “Keep trying,” I said quickly. “I need to know if any of this is connected to Emma.” “Emma?” Timmy asked, raising an eyebrow. I looked at Timmy. He was a nice spy. He was even smart and loyal too. But he was handsomely paid each time and I wasn't sure where his loyalty really lay. “Never mind," I replied briskly. Timmy looked at me oddly but he didn't push. He just nodded with a smirk, he knew better than to pry.

Baynard Gale reminded the beta wolf to give a prone reply. ‘I don’t have a strong bond with Jeremiah; I only helped him because he’s Selena’s best friend.’ Timothy thought, ‘but, he IS Selena’s best friend…’ “Lord Whitewood, did a cat bite your tongue?” Jayden asked impatiently. “You only need to answer yes or no.” Timothy gulped again; his eyes now were looking straight at the king. “Y-yes he was helping my father with the project, your highness.”

I mean, besides the part that he twisted my life upside, I shouldn't be fazed when I see him I dragged the chair and settled down, my head on the table as I tried to calm my breaths The door opened, and I raised my head to see him back in the little office space he had created for himself This is Kenny, all tall and manly with a smile to die for. I always thought him too handsome to be real until I met Damien. Damien Anderson, with his eyes so deep that you don't know he is looking at you, and the rare smiles that come but when you have it, you will cherish it for a very, very long time

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.

I looked at Keane, who was leaning up against the railing, his eyes still pinned on where she last stood. “Feel better?” I asked. “You wanted to catch her, and we did.” Keane said nothing for a long moment, but Teague spoke up. “I see your obsession with her, man.” He whistled between his teeth. “Those fucking legs go on for days.” “She’s a beauty,” I agreed, imagining running my hands through that dark, color-streaked brown hair. “A fighter, too. Why is she here?” “Dunno,” Keane said finally. “Since that last nurse bitch Malorie got fired, I haven’t been able to get into student files.”

She giggles a lot now, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen her as happy as I see her now. “I don’t…” I begin but I let the words trail off because the door opens and next to Timothy stands complete perfection. From his dark hair to a beard that would put a king in Ancient Greece to shame, to his amazing, fit frame, he’s the very picture of what a man should be. A real man, “know how I could refuse,” I say softly and thankfully, Brittney doesn’t giggle so I don’t have to smack her. “Sydney,” Timothy says, “I’d like you to meet my best friend and my best man. This is Jonas.”

I asked again. “If I didn’t hear a word from you…” “It’s Mr.Thorr Elkins.” My eyes slowly widened, he’s the father of Timothy. ‘Why in the world?’ “Does it have to deal with the murder of his son, Timothy?” I asked bravely, and when I didn’t get a response from them, it triggered me. My curiosity won’t put me at peace, and I just found myself running inside the mansion, following Alpha Priam.

he said, scrolling through my phone. My eyes widened. "Give that back, sir. How is it unlocked?" Kael's smile grew. "Hacking is easy, and I won't give it back until I'm satisfied with…" He paused, reading something on the screen, his jaw clenching. "Who's Timothy?" he asked, stepping closer, his towel slipping dangerously low, showcasing his V-cut and a slight bulge. I closed my eyes and swallowed hard. I was having thoughts I shouldn't have at this moment.

While my throat was been pressed by the strange lady, Timmy walked back and forth in front of his television, with a glass of golden liquid in his right hand. He paid no attention to what the man and woman said on the television concerning Islamic extremists. He only watched CNN in order to be updated about international business activities such as shipping. The moment he stared at the bottle of Moet & Chandon on the centre table, he knew shipping and business were presently unimportant. He downed the third glass of the golden stuff while thinking about the assignment he’d been given by the goddess.