Timothy Tmnt Novels & Stories

"Please!" Trent shrugs and lets out a sigh of defeat. "Fine! It's Jordan Henderson!" "Good job Becca," Tim tells me on the other end. "That's sad... We are going to miss him on the team. "First of all, I don't know who the hell Jordan Henderson is. "Yeah," he shrugs. Tim tells me to ask him something that makes my heart sink. Tim requests me to ask him about Sophie. I honestly wasn't expecting this. I go silent for a while then I finally gather up the strength quickly to ask him the question since time is not on our side and the cameras are on.

Trevor pointed at the dream-catcher who just reported the whereabouts of Timothy. “My Lord... He…he wants to talk to you.” The dream-catcher reported shrieked. “Fine…Link us.” Trevor ordered the man and he closed his eyes. Within no time, he could see Timothy sitting on a royal black horse dressed in royal clothes with a sinister smile plastered over his face giving off a dangerous aura. “I thought it will take some time. But you are quick. I must admit that King Dankein Cosh has brave soldiers.” Timothy said with the mind-link.

I eyed the semen web between them and slowly rolled my tongue over it, licking my fingers clean. “Who was that?” I asked. “Timothy.” I pulled her back to push my tongue as deep inside of her as I could get it, tasting even more of his cum. I closed my eyes as their mixed essences drove me crazy. Tony licked and sucked on my balls while he stroked my cock. I heard a bottle pop open and I glanced down to see a bottle of lube in Jamie’s hands. Tim pushed Tasha down as he moved to straddle my chest. He stroked his cock.

Fane did not care about embarrassing him at all. Leo tugged on Timothy, noticing that he was steaming from the ears. “Hey, why are you getting so worked up over a bodyguard when you’re the young master of the Drake family?” he reminded the other man. “Who are you, and who is he? How can he ever compare to you!” Timothy dusted the sleeves of his shirt and straightened himself. “Well…”

Levon replied. "I am Timothy but you can call me Tim." Sandy brown haired guy flashed her a toothy grin holding out his hand for her. "Levon but everyone calls me Von." she shook his hand. "Nice bike you got there." Timothy compliments. "Thanks. He is called Angel." Levon said enthusiastically. "Oh, great name." Tim smiled. Levon inspected the surrounding before catching a glance on the blue eyed man once again. "You have some grease on your temple." Timothy mentioned pointing at her fore head.

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.

This time, I accepted Dante's offer without hesitation. Timothy suddenly appeared out of nowhere. He had a sly look on his face as he held Dante's hand. "Mr. Hughes, it's me—Timmy! You must be here to teach me how to run a business, right? Don't worry. I'll work hard under your guidance!" Dante's eyes scanned Timothy as he remained silent in thought. He then retracted his hand from Timothy's grasp. "Who are you? I've never seen you before."

Every single one of them was imbued with rarely seen energy and power. “That ingredient is mine!” Timothy said confidently. He lifted a foot and prepared to walk forward. Howard immediately stopped him. His face was serious. “You don’t have what it takes to try going down this path.” Howard looked displeased. “What? I don’t have what it takes?” Timothy’s face turned thunderous. He felt like he was being insulted. He was a member of the prominent Bones family. He was also the Martial League Overseer and a startlingly talented prodigy of the martial world. How was it possible that he did not have what it took to go down this simple pathway?

Seeing Andrew look over, the boy quickly lowered his head and stammered, "Of course… i-if I've offended you, sir, please... don't be angry at me!" Louie glared at him. "Timmy, you talk too much. What does his strength have to do with you? All you need to know is that he's stronger than you." The boy named Timmy scratched his head awkwardly. "I'm not strong at all. I just started learning martial arts from my uncles, and I can't even beat a wolf in the wasteland."

she squealed and twirled on her toes. “Shh, Timmy.” Tanya tried to reprimand her but Timmy is just such a jolly kid, such an innocent one that she is not aware of mates yet. And I hope that this little dream of hers would not become a hindrance for her in having a happy life with her mate, for I would not wish her to be involved in a Purloin Fight.