Tootie Timmy Novels & Stories

As for himself, he thought with definite conviction that it was going to be extremely boring. "We'll start immediately," said Timmy, unzipping his backpack to return his snack, after taking a handful. "We're not even done with our crackers," retorted Rodge. "Dude, we haven't got all day, you know. We better make the best of our time," said Timmy, bringing out, this time, a pair of binoculars. "What-ever," said Rodge, putting aside his crackers and getting his binoculars. They wore on, also, their mini headphones in their ears, and turned it on.

When the bell ring all the little leave the playground while i stay on the floor until i see a shadow towering over me, i look up and see timy. "What are you doing here little girl" ~timy "The meanie girl pulled my hair and pushed me" i say with a pout "Did you tell your teacher" ~timy I nod and tell him she got corner time "Then why is the little girl crying" he ask and scoop me up "I want daddy" i pout

“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.

Plus he is the strong one who rarely cries. Well Tito aka Mr sucky sucky still sucks breast at the age of four. He is also the computer genius of the family, my laptop and the home Computer doesn't rest at all. He sure knows everything about the Computer, thanks to Zeebah and Lolu for teaching a three year old just turned four years coding. "I'm hungwy(hungry)." Timi whined as we all climbed the stairs. "Don't worry baby mummy prepared Hot yam and egg." I said, feeling proud of myself as they clapped in excitements.

"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.

“I hear you. Don’t worry.” He gave a satisfied little nod, though his pout lingered. Then, just as quickly, his attention shifted when his eyes caught sight of colorful stalls lined up by the small park across the street. Balloons bobbed in the air, children laughed, and an ice cream cart stood at the center like a beacon. “Aunt Cassy, look!” he exclaimed, tugging her hand eagerly. “Ice cream! Can we get one? Please, please?” Cassy’s chest tightened with something bittersweet. She managed a laugh, though it wobbled around the edges. “You already had too many sweets today, Timmy. Remember the chocolate biscuits earlier?”

Sometimes, he’s laughing with her, telling me she’s growing up too fast, asking me if Alessandro still burns eggs like it’s an Olympic sport. “Zia, Tosie pushed me!” Tim complains, running up to me. I arch a brow. “Tosie?” He points at Rosie. “That’s Rosie, sweetheart,” I say with a chuckle. He frowns, clearly unconvinced. I smooth his curls and hand him a cupcake to distract him. Toddlers are like tiny, sticky gangsters with emotional whiplash. Tim is Dell and Tati’s son, and seeing just how fast he’s grown is amazing.

Eros growls, "He's going to give you a smile." I smile for him, to calm him down. Slowly but surely, Timmy stops crying, especially when Birdie starts promising the moon and the stars for him. And that's why he's so damn spoiled and a brat, because of Birdie. I try to discipline him but Birdie always gets in my way. "Play for a little, baby, we'll go out to eat later," he promises. Timmy nods, then he extends his hands to me, "Give him the rest of his stuff now."

He belongs to the supernaturals but not as an Angel or a demon. • Timothy Jones: He's a seventeen-year-old bunny boy (has bunny teeth). He's 179cm tall (5'10ft) and weighs around 65 kg (143 lbs). MBTI type: ISFJ. He's cute as hell, owning the shiniest pair of big doe eyes. Not to forget that he's a muscle pig, protective of everyone he loves. Timothy is a coconut head with thick brownish hair. This stupid boy took up special tests and studied hard to jump a year, and as a result, he's in the same year as Sofia and Scarlet. Being the youngest, he's cherished and protected by everyone even though a single punch from him can break the opponent's jaw. Favorite color: Red. Zodiac: Virgo. He has a

please ". "You've got you ". "100%", Timothy said