Timothy Tmnt Novels & Stories

"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!"

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Blake POV "Blake!!" I hear Tammy scream my name. She busts through the door breathing heavily. Seeing tears staining her face, I'm up from my seat quickly, ready to kill whoever is the cause of this. "Timothy got into a fight with some guys. He has lost control go stop them before they kill my brother!!" She screams, breathing heavily, barely able to get her words out.

Colton pulled back and looked at his little kitten as he trailed his fingers down the side of his face. Timothy was a blushing mess. He looked so beautiful with his red swollen lips. Timothy's eyes closed as Colton pressed his lips to Timothy's. "I'll be right back, sweetheart," Colton said before climbing off his mate to grab the food. Timothy watched Colton until he was out of the room, then let out a breath as he ran his hands down his face. He lay there for a moment before looking down and was shocked when he saw how hard he was, and how it seemed to stick up in his sweatpants.

Tory explain as they walk towards the guys. "Humphrey" Tory screamed out his name has they got closer to him. Humphrey was a tall handsome young man of 20 years, he had a nice caramel skin tone with pointed nose. "Tory????" Humphrey got up surprised, happy and excited to see her again. "What are you doing here??? Miss you" He asked as he grabbed her to give her a tight hug. "I school her dummy" she replies laughing still hugging him. "And who is this pretty angel with you" he asked turning to Grace standing beside Tory.

I closed my eyes, I wasn't about last. "Timothy" " Oh fuck, yes, Timot-" I opened my eyes, " Wait, Timothy?" "Yes, kitten just like that, Say Timothy daddy" " No wait, as on Timothy, you're our new professor?? Oh shit!!!" He was still fucking me and my body couldn't take it, making me come again. Timothy came with me, shouting my name and laying his head on my shoulder. I pushed him off. " You really are the professor Timothy, aren't you?"

Timothy swallowed his saliva to moisten his dry throat and said fearfully, "Today, in front of so many famous figures of Sumeria, I, Timothy Kerr, solemnly swear that from today onward, I will cleanse my heart, start anew, and strive to be worthy of my conscience! I'd like to ask everyone here to be my witness!" After he finished speaking, he raised his head while trembling and cautiously looked at Luna. Luna nodded slightly. "Good." "Of course!" Timothy could finally breathe normally. "Thank you for your magnanimity, Ms. Crestfall. I wish you and the W... Mr. Moonshade a happy and loving marriage. May you be blessed with children soon." B... Blessed with children? Luna blushed and lowered h

Timothy did not dare withhold anything, spilling everything he knew. "Who is he? Be clear!" Alexander pressed, his tone sharp and deadly. "I don't know," Timothy stammered. "He only contacts me by phone, and he has an Umbracia accent." The moment Timothy finished speaking, he realized his mistake. This information was worthless. "You don't know? Then what's with all this nonsense? Do you really think you can fool me that easily?" Alexander's frustration boiled over. He had no intention of dragging this out any further.

The other members of the team: Timmy Stormblood 'Tim', the eldest and most matured member of the team. Age nineteen, son of Delactor Stormblood a world renowned swordsman. Tim joined the blade rage with the goal of becoming one of the strongest swordsman in the continent. At age nine he began learning the ways of the sword, at eleven he developed his own sword force and by fourteen he began learning sword style. Wielding the sword dubbed, Confessor's end. Now having a current bounty of ninety thousand perus.

Mary’s not waving the cleavers quite so threateningly, and Timothy now looks like a human who’s climbed out of a bog, rather than a bog that’s walking around with a human head. Tim is also looking slightly more bemused than angry and suspicious. “You… found a bunch of people whose first reaction on meeting an angry swamp monster is to… threaten it with a water pistol?” “I found Packmates who are all just as strange as I am, yes,” I say, answering the real question behind the words. “Timothy, just ask Blackmarsh to pull all the mud and stuff off you back into the marsh. Those are tadpoles on your shoulder, they’ll die if they dry out. And that’s your best hacking jacket. Tony and Katie will m