Tmnt Timothy Novels & Stories

- 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

Alpha Timothy from the Blood rose pack chuckled at how sore Patrick is. Timothy is in his late twenties. He has dark brown eyes and blond hair. He is tall and has a beefy muscular physic. He has a sharp hawk-like nose and fair skin tone. His lips are thin. He can be called handsome. His refined manners and good dressing sense added to his charming smile would make woman vying for his attention. He indulges with women occasionally but never keeps them around for long. He is yet to find his mate. "A young man who is almost half your age scared you, Alpha Patrick?" he made fun of Patrick, who became even more irritated.

I try not to look like I'm about to puke just looking at all the blood all over the couch, because that would make me weak, but fuck it. "That shit is disgusting."I say this when one of the guys responsible for security on the hill sits next to the pool of blood and bites into his sandwich. Without making a face. "Relax, man." Timmy says and I squint my eyes in his direction. He's no older than eighteen, but from the amount of tattoos and muscle on his body, he could be older than me. "I am fine." I say, tracing circles on my jeans with my fingertips. He huffs but doesn't say anything else. Which I thank mentally.

If she wouldn't listen to my words, perhaps my actions would speak louder. As I approached her door, a small figure darted out from the neighboring apartment. "Alpha Thorne!" The young wolf pup, barely eight years old, bounded toward me with more energy than should be possible at this early hour. "Did you bring breakfast again?" I couldn't help but smile. Timothy—or "Timmy" as he preferred—had become an unexpected ally in my morning vigils. "I did," I confirmed, lowering the bag to his eye level. "Venison stew today. It's especially good for keeping warm in this weather."

This time, I accepted Dante's offer without hesitation. Timothy suddenly appeared out of nowhere. He had a sly look on his face as he held Dante's hand. "Mr. Hughes, it's me—Timmy! You must be here to teach me how to run a business, right? Don't worry. I'll work hard under your guidance!" Dante's eyes scanned Timothy as he remained silent in thought. He then retracted his hand from Timothy's grasp. "Who are you? I've never seen you before."

“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.”

“Come sit here.” “Father suddenly became very busy after the pilgrimage at the king’s tomb this morning. So I decided to stay late and help him for a while.” Timothy spoke while kept smiling at Selena, and then his gaze switched to the handsome man who sat next to him. He didn’t recognize him at first, though he was familiar with the omega scent. “You must be Jeremiah; I am Timothy Whitewood, Selena’s mate.” Timothy was observing him from head to toe, “I must admit you look so different after cleaning.”

Timothy said righteously, “I only did it because…” Karl interrupted him, “I don’t care what your reason is. If you dare to be a hero again and risk your life, I won’t let you off the hook. Do you hear me? That’s enough. Help your teacher to get up. Let’s go home.” There were whispers all around. “It turns out that Timothy is from the Burt family.” “Yeah, no wonder Mr. Burt was so anxious. It turns out he’s here to save his brother.”

Still, his curiosity kept growing, and it felt like his peace was at stake if he didn’t ask. “Jacob, let’s head out already. I’ll get the new gaming system. This time I’m going all in — I want to shop for all the best versions out, buddy. But before that, we’re going out for fun,” Timmy said playfully in his usual tone. He always had that friendly smile on his face. Actually, this was a side of Timmy that not many knew. He treated others differently from how he treated Jacob — almost as if there was some kind of connection between them.

:Making friends while I've been gone, huh? :Everyone needs friends,: Kree said. :Even a coshey.: Rhychard reached out and rubbed the elven hound's mane. He then turned to Timmy. "I hope you've been staying out of trouble." "I can take care of myself, I told you," Timmy said. Famallumi stepped up to join them and Timmy and he did some sort of fancy handshake as if members of some secret club together. Rhychard couldn't help the smile that spread across his face at how Timmy got along with their little band of misfits.