Tmnt Timothy Novels & Stories

“You own this place?” “Yes.” “What’s your full name again?” she asked, squinting as she tried to remember. “Timothy Montana.” Vivian’s lips parted in shock. “Wow. Who would have ever guessed that the biker boy I met six months ago is a Montana?” Timothy let out a carefree smile. “I keep a low profile. I’ve never been a fan of attention. But I want yours.” Vivian blushed. “Wow boy, that’s a powerful line.”

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…”

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.

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?

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did I embarrass her, Timothy?” Timothy gave a soft chuckle. “No, Ma’am. It actually suits Rebecca. She is my baby girl.” I smacked his arm. “You too.” “Ma’am? How about you call me… Mom? Or you can just call me… Carol.” The spoon Timothy had been holding clattered against his plate for no apparent reason. He let out an awkward laugh and suddenly excused himself. “Sorry, Mom. Tim can be really stubborn. He ate nachos earlier—even though he’s lactose intolerant. Now his stomach’s acting up,” I said, shaking my head.

Simon told the guard who jumped into action immediately with Timothy screaming in pain. Faith cried alongside Timothy as she watched the gory sight in front of her while Barnabas sat on the floor praying that they don't remember him. Two molars and one premolar fell off from there Timothy's mouth followed by a free gush of blood from the previous position of those teeth. "That's enough." Simon said, stopping the guard. "I'm listening Timothy." Timothy picked up his teeth, sweating profusely with his blood on the floor. "There is a man." He started. "He is the one I talk to. He refused to let me meet his boss. I speak or get to meet him when he wants to meet. He calls me. I do not have his nu

"You're just angry that my dick is bigger than your boy toy's!" "Keep dreaming Little Timmy." "I am not little! I'll have you know that I'm well above average!" Hearing and seeing the water splash around, I knew that Timothy was moving away to grab a robe to cover himself with. "And don't call me Timmy!" "See? Now I just have to keep callin' you Timmy." "And I'll have to call you Ray-Ray." "Ew. No." "Exactly." Timothy grabbed another rob, motioning for me to stand up. "C'mon sweetie pie! Let's get you out of this tub so you can get dressed and eat."

Right? “One thing about Timothy is that he knows how to be late,” Tamara said as she ate from a bag of chips. I looked at her completely flabbergasted. “You brought that in here?” I asked. Tamara shrugged, her fingers stained with the chip’s flavor. “A girl’s gotta eat.”

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.”

he began, his voice carrying a sense of urgency. "You need to help me get Timothy out of Samyspring. He isn't safe there," He said as they were taking his chains from him. “And why is that? Who is this Timothy?" Carlton asked him as if he did not know who he was talking about. “Timothy is my big brother,' He confessed, and I was in shock.