Tmnt 2012 Timothy Novels & Stories

We could hear steps coming our way. “Really?” asked Darren, shaking his head. “Oh! Hey!” said the second newcomer, walking in. “Timothy,” said Darren to me, gesturing at him. “My second youngest brother.” “Hi,” I said coming to shake his hand. He had the same dark hair and eyes than his brothers, a little taller and slimmer though. The corner of his eyes were crinkled like he’d just heard a good joke and was on the verge of laughter. It seemed like a natural expression on him.

I shakingly answered the video call. “Hello?” Timothy smiled at me. “Hey, darling.” “Hey,” I said slowly. “I know I said I was going to be home late tonight-” “It’s fine. Have a good night, Timothy.” He narrowed his eyes at my curt attitude. “I was calling to tell you that I was about to be on my way home. I missed you and just wanted to hold you. Why are you mad at me?” “Who are you with, Timothy?” He turned the camera to his right where a beautiful blonde sat next to him. “This is Tammy.”

“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.”

We all turned around to see Timothy standing at the entrance of the dining hall. "Timothy!" I walked over to him and gave him a warm hug in which he returned with the same amount of affection. He was lean, muscular and much taller than me now. Timothy was almost as tall as Phoenix. Almost. He grew up into an extremely good looking being. His blonde hair was left a bit longer now. A few strands fell over his forehead and his hair reached his collar. His vibrant blue eyes still left their charming effect on everyone. His middle name suited his appearance perfectly.

Timothy growled and faced the intruder, releasing me and I sighed in relief, giving us a large space. “What do you want, Rahman?” Rahman looked from Timothy to me then Timothy before speaking. “The Don wants your presence now.” Timothy sighed. “Tell him I will be with him soon.” He said, but Rahman still remained standing. “He said now.” Timothy groaned then turned to me. “You will wait for me, Alyssa. I will be back.” I didn’t say anything and watched as he stormed off. Furthermore, I breathe a sigh of relief when he left, and then it clicked, he didn’t lock the door. Time to get out of here, Aly.

"We'll continue this conversation some other time. Alexander and Raven are pulling up any second now and I don't want them to hear about this conversation now." "You mean because it'll give Raven an excuse to kill." Timothy grinned. "............" I let out an amused snort as Timothy's grin widened, knowing that he was right. "......Shut up and look presentable Timothy." Timothy ran a hand through his platinum blonde locks, facing our large driveway with an offended look. "Look presentable? How dare he? I would accept this lack of intelligence from Theós but not you Aries. I always look presentable."

"You two are really here!" Timothy pointed at Howard and Yoel, gritting his teeth. "I told you I'll kill you for hurting me! I'll be damned if I don't teach you a lesson today!" "Do you know him?" Howard glanced at Timothy and looked at Yoel. As Timothy's face was almost disfigured, Howard could not recognize him. "He's Young Master Timothy!" Yoel shrugged. "You shouldn't have hit him so hard." Howard's lips twitched slightly.

"Haha! Your death looms close!" Timothy's eerie laugh echoed through the smoke, his voice rasping and filled with menace. He was a pinnacle semi-Empyrean years ago, but at this moment, his strength was even more formidable. As the smoke and dust began to clear, more than a dozen figures emerged, unharmed and radiating powerful auras. Timothy had not brought many with him, but each one was a formidable combatant. "Attack!" shouted Timothy, and nearly 20 more warriors surged from the shadows fiercely.

“Thank you. Take care of yourself, too.” I was about to ride in my car when someone suddenly called my name. “Themis! Wait!” I turned around and saw Timothy. “Tim!” “You left this.” He said, then he showed me the brown teddy bear mom gave us when we were just kids. It doesn’t have its right eye anymore because Tim and I fought one night and he got so mad at me and he pulled it out to have his vengeance. I smiled at him as I took the teddy bear. “Thanks.”

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.