Tmnt 2012 Timothy Novels & Stories

"Hey buddy, don't embarrass yourself. You're a Zalantis bodyguard, right? Let's see what you're capable of today. Take him down!" With that, Chuck strode forward with two other bodyguards by his side, clearly intent on forcing their way in. Timothy remained unfazed. He swiftly gained the upper hand against the two accompanying bodyguards, overpowering them effortlessly. Witnessing Timothy's impressive skills and recalling his past as an assassin from Zalantis, Chuck's bravado wavered. He became agitated and threatened, "You filthy bodyguard, mark my words! If you dare to provoke me, you'll regret it!"

I almost laughed imagining Timothy as a pre-teen, so innocent and full of wonder. “Hey, I was all about the Fantastic Four,” Timothy continued, brushing the bangs out of his eyes. “Sometimes I wish I could stretch my arms that long, or even be impenetrable like The Thing!”

"He is a credit to you and your Luna." "Timon - Pumbaa", Damien snapped, frustrated, waving between himself and Tommy, who stood beside Ab's, "Great, now we are all introduced. Can we get this show on the road?" "Why do I have to be the warthog?" Tommy grumbled, trying yet again to defuse Damiens's anger. "I mean- if the t-shirt fits..." Damien smirked sarcastically, raising a brow at Tommy; relief spread through me, knowing Tommy's wit had the desired effect. Damien seemed to have cooled down a few degrees.

the officer said in a commanding voice. "Yes, officer..." Tim trailed off. "Officer Wilson," the cop replied, sternly. With a sinking feeling, Tim opened the door and got out of the car. He was shivering, even though it was not a particularly cold night. Tim was a slip of a boy, 5-7, 120 pounds, max. Tim was blonde, and barely looked like he had passed through puberty. He was wearing a thin t-shirt, loose straight-legged jeans, and a beat-up pair of Converse AllStars. It all accentuated how pathetically scrawny he was.

The tension bled out of the big man’s shoulders. Timothy pulled back, his lips wet and swollen. He leaned in, whispering against Gideon’s ear, "Kill the Nelblack snake the second I walk out that door." Gideon’s eyes were blown out, the gold swallowed by black. He nipped Timothy's earlobe, a sharp, possessive sting. "As you want, boss." Timothy stepped out of the hold, a cold, sharp smile playing on his lips. He started for the door, his boots clicking a steady rhythm on the hardwood.

He just disappeared like a bubble but now Jacob is here to unravel the past hidden by the boss, Kevin. Jacob adjusted himself before looking in the mirror again. "Jacob, remember. This body will serve as my home and my instrument to give justice to those who are being abused by others. Remember my name. I am Timothy Kesh, your former servant," he said in reflection in the mirror before fainting. _____________ Jacob woke up on a dark and cold floor. The place was unfamiliar to him and he also could not find his phone. He found himself inside a storage room in a laundroat stall. He wondered why he was stranded inside an authorized area of ​​that Laundromat Area

He stood there at the door frame sliding his hands in his pockets. I watched him in amusement till he stood beside me walking through the main door and snaked his hand around my waist. I didn't realize that my lips curved into a smile watching him defending me. "It's Tim, Timothy! Not Tom!" Timothy said through his teeth. Oh wow! Now our cute baby tiger is angry.

Jamie felt a little at ease, and he nodded, smiling back. As Timothy turned to Jamie, he extended his hand towards him. He smiled, wrinkles forming at the end of his eyes. He cheered, "You must be Jamie. Nice to meet you. Hope we can be friends". Jamie's eyes turned into crescents as he shook the younger's hand, "Tim, right? I guess Tae did tell you about me". The boy nodded, as they said in unison, "Honestly, he wouldn't stop talking about you."

Elijah looked relaxed and as enthusiastic as ever, but Timmy's expression was starting to disquiet me. His brows were drawn down, harsher than I had ever seen them. His doe brown eyes looked almost black. Timmy wasn't feeling sick from the river, and he wasn't some ordinary child. He wouldn't be standing there like a statue unless something had deeply unsettled him. I spent more time with him than anyone else in the clan. "Timmy...?" My fingers gingerly touched the top of his orange curls. It was like a dam broke. I watched in horror as tears suddenly streamed down his face, and his round cheeks turned to me, puffed up. His chipped teeth were placed back into the weirdest grimace.

- Timothy moving from the shadows and taking advantage of the smoke of Raymart to lessen the horde but there is no free meal in this new world! *GGGGGGGGGGURRRRRRRROOOOOAARRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!* the tank swipes its large arms!!! *SSWOOSSHHH!* and immediately the smoke has been dissipated! the stroke of the TANK was too strong!!! and a small wind gush towards the team! "what the heck is that power!"- Timothy *GGURROOAARRR!!!!* the Tank was already seen us with a large growl