Tmnt Timothy Novels & Stories

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.

Aiden didn’t even give Mordu’s government officials any time of his day. Yet in front of Harvey, he started to bark like a dog… This…this…this… Timothy exclaimed piteously, “Young Master Bauer, who is he anyway?! He doesn’t have the right to…!” Slap! Aiden sent Timothy flying with a harsh slap, not bothered to say anything.

Caitlin shouted. Sebastian was already dialing. Caitlin knelt beside Timothy. “Timothy! Can you hear me?” His eyes fluttered open. He stared at her, lips barely moving. “Who did this to you?” she asked, leaning closer. “F…Forr…rest…” Caitlin froze. “Forrest? It was Forrest?” Timothy’s lips moved again, but the words didn’t come out clearly. His head lolled to the side, breath escaping him in a final, silent sigh.

I went up and hugged him. "Dude, you have lousy taste in friends," I patted his back. "Cáel, I have plenty of friends who wouldn't abandon me in a fight. You are the only person I know who took an arrow for a little girl you barely knew," Timothy patted my back. "You don't find that dedication often. In the past two months we've been through more freaky shit than I've experience in the past ten years. Faults and all, this has been the best time of my life."

Mary’s not waving the cleavers quite so threateningly, and Timothy now looks like a human who’s climbed out of a bog, rather than a bog that’s walking around with a human head. Tim is also looking slightly more bemused than angry and suspicious. “You… found a bunch of people whose first reaction on meeting an angry swamp monster is to… threaten it with a water pistol?” “I found Packmates who are all just as strange as I am, yes,” I say, answering the real question behind the words. “Timothy, just ask Blackmarsh to pull all the mud and stuff off you back into the marsh. Those are tadpoles on your shoulder, they’ll die if they dry out. And that’s your best hacking jacket. Tony and Katie will m

Also, he could read anyone's thoughts if he wanted, but he believed it was a privacy invasion, and he only did it when necessary. Right now, he had tried his best not to, but he couldn't help himself as several women in the club had his name in their thoughts. "Hello, beauties," Trevor mumbled. He nodded toward the bartender, who had a huge grin and was about to take his order. "Dirty martini." He husked, and the bartender, whose name on his badge reads Timmy nodded. "I'll take sex on the beach." The redhead in the two women winked, then turned to Trevor.

he asked. Timothy tried to sit up, blood spilling down his chin as he coughed. His lips moved, but nothing came out. Alex crouched before him and grabbed his bloody shirt. "Fucking speak!" Timothy's breathing was shallow. His voice cracked when he whispered, "It wasn't me..." Alex narrowed his eyes. "Then who?" Timothy blinked through swollen lids. "It was... Betty." The name shocked Alex, and he let go of Timothy immediately. But not Pierce.

To tell the truth, I didn't completely zone out, I just didn't want to listen to her anymore. "Leave the damsel alone jules, I'm sure she's had enough of your stories" Timmy sent a wink past me obviously proud of himself for saving a damsel in distress. He's been like that ever since I joined the team, all flirty and sweet, it was so easy to fall for him and let him into your pants but I have been over this before and believe me when I say history aint repeating itself, if you know what I mean . But all in all, he's a great guy.

Timothy said with a smile, cutting him off as he turned to Amber and added, "And you must be the dance instructor." "Yes, good day, sir; it's a pleasure to meet you." Amber replied "Same here. Now, I better get home before they think I've gone missing," Timothy joked as he waved at them and left the building. "Is that who I think it is?" Amber asked as they stood watching Tiomthy get into his car. "Yes, it is," Pitts murmured under his breath. "Oh my god, the famous Timothy Crawford of the Crawford group!" Amber exclaimed in shock.

Timothy's high, childish voice rang out from time to time. "Where's your mommy?" Timothy answered, "Mommy's living in a big, beautiful house right now." "Who else is in that big, beautiful house?" "Lots of men and women." "Who are these toys and clothes for?" "It's for Mommy's—" "Timmy!" Damien was still concussed, but he forced himself to get out of bed and padded out of the room to stop Timothy from giving away any more information. Upon seeing that Damien was awake, Timothy bounded up to him and hugged him.