Timothy Kenny Novels & Stories

He belongs to the supernaturals but not as an Angel or a demon. • Timothy Jones: He's a seventeen-year-old bunny boy (has bunny teeth). He's 179cm tall (5'10ft) and weighs around 65 kg (143 lbs). MBTI type: ISFJ. He's cute as hell, owning the shiniest pair of big doe eyes. Not to forget that he's a muscle pig, protective of everyone he loves. Timothy is a coconut head with thick brownish hair. This stupid boy took up special tests and studied hard to jump a year, and as a result, he's in the same year as Sofia and Scarlet. Being the youngest, he's cherished and protected by everyone even though a single punch from him can break the opponent's jaw. Favorite color: Red. Zodiac: Virgo. He has a

Penelope's POV Timothy is standing by the back windows with a group of his teammates, a bottle of beer in his hand and Madison pressed against his side like a territorial claim. He's wearing all black jeans and a fitted t-shirt that shows off his hockey-toned physique and looking every inch the bad boy Alpha heir that made half the campus swoon. But when our eyes meet across the room, everything else fades away.

Timothy looked at me with pity. "Cut down on the awesome dicking until somehow polygamy becomes legal," he added, but then, "Brooke, you know he's seeing about a dozen different ladies, right?" "Cáel is looking for a serious relationship," Brooke insisted. Timothy chortled because he knew the likelihood of me settling down was right up there with us sharing a White Christmas in the Bahamas.

A plump, wobbling man in a suit that looked as exhausted as he did. Harrison Fabian. Timothy’s eyes widened, a cold, jagged shock electrifying his spine. It had been fifteen years. Fifteen years since this man had stood by as the police dragged a sobbing Timothy and his broken mother away from their own home. Fifteen years since this man had helped Madison Wellman bury the Hemsworth name in a shallow grave.

she protested, rolling onto her back. "You've had enough when I say you've had enough," he retorted. Jenny groaned once more, reluctant to get back on her feet. Timothy had been the Swift family's trainer for eight years, starting at the age of thirty and becoming even stricter as he neared his forties. His features seemed to be carved from stone, and he possessed a demeanor to match. Everything about him was hard, rough, and unyielding—the perfect combat trainer. "Your form is terrible!" he scolded. "You couldn't block a hit from a child, let alone an opponent."

“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.”

Celeste decided to ignore the second half of Megan's words. Megan sighed. "Kenny retired from the industry a long while ago. In his early days, he accomplished some great things and made a lot of money. He might not even want to take up a minor deal like yours." "Where is he now?" "He's in Marksville." … After a thorough investigation, Celeste learned about Kenny's background briefly. Kenny was already in his 50s. When he was young, he was kept by a renowned wealthy woman in Taverdale for a while. After that, he was intelligent enough to be the woman's assistant and did some work. Then, for some reason, he grew famous over the years and started his own proper business.

"After the funeral is over, I want to take a wife." "You want to fix things with Kate?" Yuri raised an eyebrow, he was smiling. Pleased by the news. "No. Kate was my father's choice, and since things didn't work out, her father was kind enough to dissolve the agreement. But I have someone else in mind." Dominic said. "Is it someone from one of the other families?" maybe that was the solution they all needed to end the cold war that was brewing beneath the surface. "No." He slid a paper across the desk. Yuri looked at the name written on it and frowned.

Grabbing it from the end table behind her head, Rowena hit the door at a run, rummaging for her keys and cell. “‘Dr. Lovejoy show.’” “Timothy? Hi, this is Rowena… Rowena Killian. I want to talk to him. But not until I get to the station.” ***** “Buddy, take line three first.” Timothy popped his head through the connecting door at the tail end of the second break. “Do I really have to?” he asked his producer. “Yes, my man… You really have to!” Timothy replied and left Heath alone. Heath dropped bonelessly into his chair and let his pounding head fall back.

She even spoke up just then, "Let's drink in Tim's honor! It's all thanks to him that we've resolved this!" "Yes, exactly!" Kenny exclaimed, quickly getting to his feet and holding up his glass as he told everyone, "Come, let's all drink in Tim's honor and thank him for his voluntary sacrifice. I hope everyone will remember him doing us a favor, which we will repay when we have the chance!" Those words left Tim swelling with emotion, as if he were laying down his life for a noble cause. He even thought that Kenny was a great man. He certainly couldn't argue against his request to give up his position, not when Kenny had promoted him in the first place. That was why it was especially surprisi