Tmnt Timothy Novels & Stories

Seeing Andrew look over, the boy quickly lowered his head and stammered, "Of course… i-if I've offended you, sir, please... don't be angry at me!" Louie glared at him. "Timmy, you talk too much. What does his strength have to do with you? All you need to know is that he's stronger than you." The boy named Timmy scratched his head awkwardly. "I'm not strong at all. I just started learning martial arts from my uncles, and I can't even beat a wolf in the wasteland."

Panic clawed at me. "Oh come now," Timothy crooned, backing me against a tree trunk. "You didn't let me get you yesterday so I've come today. I know you have feelings for me, I've seen how you look at me during gatherings. This little mating bond with the Jeremy means nothing." He barked. I spit in his face. "You're delusional. I'm bonded to Jeremy in unbreakable ways. Now release me!" Timothy's brows slammed down, his fingers biting into my arms. I saw madness and obsession swirling in his eyes. Bile choked me as his hands roam over my body.

"Or I'll rip your head off and use it as a toilet brush!" The powerful shout left Timothy dizzy and staggering. The Campbell family attendants rushed to his side, panicked. "I'm fine!" Timothy growled, struggling to regain his composure. His fury uncontained, he screamed, "Let's see what kind of garbage you have for this launch today, you little nobody!"

she protested, rolling onto her back. "You've had enough when I say you've had enough," he retorted. Jenny groaned once more, reluctant to get back on her feet. Timothy had been the Swift family's trainer for eight years, starting at the age of thirty and becoming even stricter as he neared his forties. His features seemed to be carved from stone, and he possessed a demeanor to match. Everything about him was hard, rough, and unyielding—the perfect combat trainer. "Your form is terrible!" he scolded. "You couldn't block a hit from a child, let alone an opponent."

"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.

Blake POV "Blake!!" I hear Tammy scream my name. She busts through the door breathing heavily. Seeing tears staining her face, I'm up from my seat quickly, ready to kill whoever is the cause of this. "Timothy got into a fight with some guys. He has lost control go stop them before they kill my brother!!" She screams, breathing heavily, barely able to get her words out.

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.

Khloe shouted. Timothy laughed, jerking his head up. His eyes weren't clear and in a far distance. "ThereThere was this girl in my school. Her hair is smooth. Her lips... dammit! Her lips are so soft. S-She's so fragile under my hands and I wanted to violate that weakness. I did... I've done it! Sh-She was so deep and... And she was so warm. Do you know her?" He asked and looked at Tiana, although he didn't recognize my friend under the mask. "Do you?" He asked James this time with a demented smile. "Her name is Bai–" "Don't even say her name!!! I'll fucking kill you!!" Tiana cried out in anger as she pinned Timothy down and punched his face repeatedly. "I'm going to kill you!!!"

"No matter how many times I say it, you can't compare to him! Unless you kill me. No, even if you kill me. . . I still love him. As long as I'm not dead, I'll get what I want. There's someone like you who would do anything to achieve your goal, You're my role model, what else can't I do?" Safire's gentle voice came from outside the door, "Tim, Yos, why haven't you come out yet? The milk is cold." Timmy opened the door and his expression was the same as when he first came. He smiled and apologized, "Second Aunt, I'm sorry. I accidentally bumped into a vase in Yosie's room and wet my pants. I dried my pants with a hairdryer, so I came out late." "Why didn't you tell me? I can find a pair of pa

He stood there, a wall of solid muscle, looking down at Timothy with a dark, amused hunger. "My magic doesn't work," Timothy whispered, the realization hitting him harder than the sedative. "You didn't just lock the door. You suppressed the nerve-links." "Safety first," Kan murmured. "I want your name," Timothy demanded, his fingers curling into fists. "I want to know exactly who I’m going to gut when I get out of this cage." Kan let out a short, sharp bark of a laugh. "Good luck with that, pet." The word 'pet' snapped the last thread of Timothy’s restraint. He lunged, his palm connecting with Kan’s cheek in a resounding crack. He didn't care about the tiger. He didn't care about the Blackwe