Timothy Ninja Turtles Novels & Stories

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.

"Strong as a rock, fast as a thunderbolt. Alias: Tim and alias: Thwar, brothers from the realm of the Vikings. The record holder for clearing 47 Knight-level missions equally, which is the most among any trainee, follows as joint No.4!" Two hardy figures wearing only sweatpants collide with their fists while running on their treadmill. The square face and blonde braid mustache belong to Thwar, and the reddish-brown braid beard belongs to Tim. "Arriving at No. 3! A guy with a golden ratio face, like a glass mask. But even the perfection of his face couldn’t eclipse the 98.7% success rate for his Airburst field mission. The sweet-faced knight, alias: Zamonte!"

If he’d combed his hair in recent history, there was no evidence of it. “Hi, I’m Timothy! It’s so good to meet you at last.” Not knowing what else to do, Billie stuck out her hand, and, after looking at her outstretched palm for a moment, he shook it. ‘Tiger Man’ had strong, tough hands. She could feel the calluses on his palms when he touched her. “Hello, Timothy.” Then, as he studied the expression on her face, his eyes began to twinkle. “Not the place your dates usually take you, huh?”

Timothy nodded slowly at what his boy had said. Timothy, the tanner, looked as evil as I thought he was. With thinning brown hair which hung around his face in greasy strands. And small beady eyes which seemed sunk into his thin face. His jaw led to a pointed chin and his lips were thin. He constantly licked them as if nervous all the time. He was short and thin and always smelled of onions. He was looking from me to Triana then back and forth.

And worse, it gave Tim the upper hand. Before I could move, the warriors all circled in around Tim and me. I was disoriented as I stood there being held by four rogues now. Tim moves forward with his canines exposed coming for my neck. I scream as I feel his teeth break the skin on my marking spot.

However, they didn't dare to check. All of them thought Timothy was beating someone up again. It was not the first time this happened, anyway. Even after seeing that Caspian was so capable, Timothy didn't want to back down. Timothy glanced at an even burlier man beside him. "Jimmy, you're up!" he ordered. The man called Jimmy Coles was Timothy's right-hand man. Jimmy was a talented boxer with massive fists. Thus, this had gotten him the nickname Iron Fist. Jimmy had helped Timothy take down a lot of formidable opponents without fail.

Hyena was the leader, and he said in a flattering tone and with a cunning expression, “Don’t be scared, Emma. We’re not here to cause trouble! We’re here to see Mr. Timothy!” Emma was stunned! Meanwhile, Timothy and Zachary got down from upstairs. Timothy was holding a club, his expression ferocious. Timothy spoke through his gritted teeth in a rage, “Hyena! How dare you come here!?” Hyena hastily yielded. “Mr. Timothy, you’ve misunderstood. It’s a misunderstanding!”

I bit down on my lip, chasing away the weird thought. Leon sneered, throwing a punch that grazed Timothy’s jaw. He laughed, raising his hands as though he had already won. “Too easy,” he gloated. But Timothy only shook his head. “You talk too much.” His voice was low, and I caught myself smiling. With one swift movement, Timothy ducked under Leon’s next punch, catching him off-balance. He spun, grabbing Leon by the arm, and slammed him hard onto the ground. The circle thundered with cheers.

He laughed. Jeremiah received spontaneous smack by cooking spatula on the back of his head. “Ouch it’s hurt, I am sorry Selena.” “Isn’t the last one is too long for a nickname.” Timothy blushed while observing her breast. But when she saw his mate glaring at him he quickly switched the topic. “By the way, Jeremiah, Do you have any plan after this?” Timothy asked. Jeremiah couldn’t possibly tell his plan for revenge to Timothy. Jeremiah didn’t know him that well. So he just shrugged his head while taking various dishes in his mouth.

Before I could grasp anything, I saw JL punching a guy on the face, drawing blood and raining a kicks on him mercilessly. Even I couldn't watch how JL descend on this guy a series of blows before he finally stood up and sigh. " Get up " He demanded from the Timothy guy who is now bleeding hard. " Up Tim. I won't repeat myself " Slowly Timothy obeyed. His legs shivering and blood trailing down his face. I clasped a palm to my mouth and shuddered at this. " Who sent it? You did it yourself? Why? Answer me " " I ..I was only following orders " Timothy confessed and I gulp down hard this time. JL wasn't surprised though. He only stare at me briefly before turning to Timothy.