Tmnt 2012 Timothy Novels & Stories

Antonio nodded toward the bouncer in greeting, but naturally, James had to do the whole fist-bump maneuver. "Tim, my man." "Detective Gunner." James held up his hand, showcasing the wolf tattoo. "Not a detective anymore, Tim. I'm a wolf now." He smiled like an idiot. I rolled my eyes and then grabbed him behind his neck, dragging him down the hall. "Anyone ever tells you you're a dumbass?" "Pfffft, never."

"Good day, we need to get to Colter Bay, pronto." "On it sir, you can make your way to the hangar." "Thanks." "Yes!" Bryan and Sal fistbumped while the twins twerked in happiness. Tequila could only smile along. They hurried along to pack up necessities. "Here's your coffee sir." Tim appeared with Storm's cup. "With the extra caramel drizzle?" "Yes sir." "Thanks Tim." "You're welcome sir." Tim exited. "You don't take black coffee?" "Eww, no, why?" "I presumed you-"

Jade's reply made Tim tear up. "But I want to come back," Tim said in a baby tone. "It's not good for you to stay here. Besides, daddy will take you somewhere else to play," Jade said and wiped the corner of his eyes. "Really?" Timothy's twinkling hazel eyes like the eyes of Tyler looked into Jade shimmering blue eyes before he turned his head to look at Tyler. Tyler smiled at Tim and tenderly stroked his head. "Yes." He had to make up all the years that he was absent. All that Tim should have, he will give to him.

He winked leaving Olivia speechless. “Uhh,” Paxton frowned. “I’m Daniel’s firstborn.” He smirked. He scooped Bella’s waist off Dominick as Bella attacked him but he froze. “Bella-bae! It’s me. Timothy.” Bella froze as tears rolled down but her expression was the same. He managed to grab the sword from her and pushed her to Dominick. “Hold her.” He nodded at Paxton as they attacked Ulric together. **********

"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!"

Stan could not watch her all the time, he would need a break like anybody. “Tim would be my second choice; he’s a bit standoffish but is serious about his work,” Jack shares with me. I pause a moment trying to place Tim. He doesn’t jump out at me, until I remember seeing him spar with another more experienced warrior. Tim had taken him down relatively quickly, “Okay I am willing to give him a chance, as well,” I say to Jack.

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.