Timothy Ninja Turtles 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

Timothy confidently went up and took one of the folded pieces of paper in the glass jar that was on the small coffee table. He held up one finger, and opened both his palms, placing them together. So it was one word and it was a book. Next he pointed to his nose and did a pulling motion. "Pinocchio!!" I yelled at the top of my voice. Timothy curtsied and went back to his seat. "Pffftttt. That was an easy one." Kyle snickered. "No it wasn't!" Timothy argued back. "Quiet you two. Next up is Alex." Beth stopped Timothy and Kyle. "Then it's Prince Phoenix's turn.

GUTEMBERG My eyes flick towards Timmy and I focus on the tattoo on his neck, it's just a number, an eight, but he's never explained the meaning to anyone. The two of us are having yet another argument over it, his little protégé and my newest obsession. If he only knew what I know about his little darling. "You're the one who keeps talking about her. "I reply, and his jaw clenches. He's one step away from hitting me in the face, the only thing stopping him is his weakened state.

I said, and he nodded, knowing arguing was pointless. I crouched down, pulling a small knife from my pocket and cutting the zip ties binding his wrists. Timothy flexed his fingers, wincing as the circulation returned. "We don't have much time," I whispered, keeping my expression neutral. "You have to act the part. Don't do anything stupid," I mouthed. “You really think that monster is going to buy this?” Timothy asked as I united him. “If you act your part right, there's no reason he won't,”

"So basically, it's just Timothy being the idiot he is. Feel free to pumble at will." "You instigating bitch! I'll have my vengeances!" Timothy hollered angrily. He peered over Nathan's shoulder, a firm finger pointed towards the snickering Raven. His fingers swirled towards Theós and I, wagging back and forth between the two. "And I'm trying to tell you guys that she's fine! If you don't believe me then ask her yourself!"

Tim laughed and said, “I said I'd give you ten seconds to think about it. Now, time is up.” After saying that, Tim's eyes turned cold as he ordered, “Tiger Knights, listen to my command. Take them down!” An angry shout resounded throughout the place! Thud, thud, thud! In an instant, the thunderous sound of footsteps filled the small square outside the residence!

Dominic saw Timothy looking at his hand and took a closer look and his stomach dropped. "Goddess, what did they do?" "T-they p-punished me for scratching them. T-they p-pulled my nails out." Timothy said as he cried, looking at his fingers where his nails were. They weren't all gone. There were a few left. He only had two nails left on his left hand, and three on his right. He still remembers how angry the elder was when he scratched him. He grabbed a pair of pliers and pulled the nails from his fingers.

They would screw you up as long as they were not happy with you! They really did not care who you were! As for Timothy’s name, everyone had heard about him. He studied at Mayberry University and was super fierce. Someone had gotten on his nerves a while ago, and he had brought a group of people to that person’s house and messed him up. Yakob was totally incomparable to Timothy, and he was scared.

- Timot Timothy motion was too slow his every movement was too slow!! but if watching it carefully it contains an unimaginable power!! Timothy's stab and the punch of the tank collides!! *BBOOGG!!!** Timothy has been sent flying!!! but the Tank's hand is also knockback!! "our chance!!"- Dessa "lets go!!!"- Jimboy the Tank now is completely defenseless! at the same time, Jimboy and I arrive at both side of the Tank

Jacie yelled, getting mad. Timothy, sporting a black scorpion tattoo on his arm and harboring feelings for Jacie, had never held Elio in high regard. Sensing an opportunity to assert himself, he seized it. "You're nothing but trouble," he spat. "I'll put an end to this." With swift determination, he rose from his seat and seized hold of Elio. Reacting instinctively, Elio spun around without hesitation. His worn and threadbare T-shirt provided little resistance as Timothy's grab tore it down the middle, causing it to flutter apart.