Timothy Tmnt Novels & Stories

Because she had come back too— Back from ten years in the future. *** Half a month later, Jace had lost over ten pounds. He looked like a shadow of himself. Robert finally gave in and promised that after the SATs, he could go find Nadia. So the second the SATs were over, Jace got on a flight overseas. During that time, Faye had tried reaching out to him several times. He ignored every message. He moved through each day like a shell of himself. Robert, meanwhile, released the surveillance footage from before the staged kidnapping.

“Tim, help me.” He hesitated, then nodded. “Okay. Up.” They broke surface. Jo shook, confused. “I don’t… remember.” Gabe’s mouth worked. “Maybe… she was—” He didn’t finish the word. Tim hauled himself aboard, pale and sweating, one hand at his gut. Andrew stepped toward him. “You okay, bro?” “Get away from me,” Tim hissed. Everyone froze. Jo gasped. “Gabe—careful.” Tim hunched. His smile stretched too wide, the skin around it wrong. In a voice like a bad recording, he whispered, “Sulcatum, rudmalian speculum sacculus repdetrious.”

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."

Mary said, playfully touching Tiffany on the arm, "We're friends aren't we? Friends tell each other things. So tell me, are you really seeing Shawn Gold?" Tiffany looked around. Almost all eyes in the hallway were on them, and people were slowing down their steps, hoping to catch some of the conversation. Tiffany wondered how best to tackle the situation, but before she could make up her mind, her saviour arrived in the form of a six foot, three-inches tall dark-skinned boy named Timothy. "What's good?" he said, flashing everyone a bright, straight-teethed smile as he swung a friendly arm over Tiffany's shoulders. He towered over all four girls effortlessly.

Joseph answered her question. “Sweep? I was in there earlier and the place was immaculate.” Joseph laughed, releasing all the tension from her shoulders. “Not that kind of sweeping. He's looking for bugs.” “Bugs. Dominic thinks he has bugs in his office?” The idea sounded more absurd than the guy sweeping a clean office. When Joseph realized she was completely off the mark. He pulled himself together. “I'm not sure how much Mr Montego has told you. But bugs are listening devices that can be left to record conversations…” when he saw her eyes sparkle, he let the sentence trail off

Also, he could read anyone's thoughts if he wanted, but he believed it was a privacy invasion, and he only did it when necessary. Right now, he had tried his best not to, but he couldn't help himself as several women in the club had his name in their thoughts. "Hello, beauties," Trevor mumbled. He nodded toward the bartender, who had a huge grin and was about to take his order. "Dirty martini." He husked, and the bartender, whose name on his badge reads Timmy nodded. "I'll take sex on the beach." The redhead in the two women winked, then turned to Trevor.

Panic clawed at me. "Oh come now," Timothy crooned, backing me against a tree trunk. "You didn't let me get you yesterday so I've come today. I know you have feelings for me, I've seen how you look at me during gatherings. This little mating bond with the Jeremy means nothing." He barked. I spit in his face. "You're delusional. I'm bonded to Jeremy in unbreakable ways. Now release me!" Timothy's brows slammed down, his fingers biting into my arms. I saw madness and obsession swirling in his eyes. Bile choked me as his hands roam over my body.

"We don't want his ego to grow any bigger!" "You're the one to talk!" I growled out, "At least I don't talk to myself in the mirror, Mr. Concideated!" "Hey!" Timothy pouted, eyes narrowing slightly. "Sometimes I need an expert opinion before I let people see my fabulous self! Maybe you need to take some lessons!" I snorted, rolling my eyes at his suggestion. "Like I'm going to take lessons from someone who can't stop talking about their own ass." "My ass is amazing!" He defended, "Unlike your flat, non-existence one!"

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.

Seeing that his taunt didn't provoke the desired reaction, Timothy felt disappointed and turned back to continue his presentation. "Now, I will introduce the treasure of Campbell Pharmaceutical. It's a product that has taken us years of research and development, and will undoubtedly be a groundbreaking miracle in the medical field!" As he finished speaking, he swiftly drew the saber from a Savant Grandmaster beside him. With a single stroke, he severed the man’s arm.