Trixie Timmy Novels & Stories

"Wait it out." "But he is clearly a hybrid. You all saw it." Bri muttered in worry. "What more could she want from him?" "I just happened to wonder..." Isobel called their attention. "Having mixed genes from three different races makes you a tribrid, right?" At her question, they all fell silent. Bri lost her ability to breathe for the next few seconds. "Your boy is so lucky, Bri. A force to be reckoned with."

Lil Six was a networker, he knew many people, it would be best for him to handle this. Indeed, Lil Six soon told Jasper about some information that he found out about Timmy. He claimed that Timmy had been good for nothing, and made a living out of women's money. He had conned many old women out of their money, and he had been eyeing Ruby lately.

I can hear Damon and someone else talking. "Trix, baby girl, it's for you." I hear Damon call. "Really? I am sat on the kitchen floor, with a baby still attached they can go away!" Who the hell would come at this time? "Now, princess. That's not nice." I look up to see my dad, my body going to jump up as Damon stops me. "Stay right there. What do you two need?" My dad looks at Damon. "A bath needs running for Trixie. I am two minutes away." I hear the midwife reply, my dad nods and walks off.

They quickly got in the car. Jasper switched on the laptop and inserted the USB stick. There were two videos inside. He clicked on a video recording called "My Village". "This is my village, Tavers Village." Timmy had recorded himself, he then pointed at the large tombstone, and said in a choked voice, "My family, my relatives, my friends, my lover, and my children are all buried here." Timmy sat next to the tombstone as he recorded himself. He said with reddened eyes, "I think I may also get killed eventually , so I have to leave some evidence so that I won't die for nothing like the other villagers."

"I'll see you tomorrow, kiddo, okay? Don't be too much trouble for your Mum and Dad," I told Trixie as I knelt down to hug her. She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tight. I looked up at Blu and Nicolas who were grinning down at me. I returned the gesture. "She really likes you. I think you might be the new favourite. Sorry Liam," Blu said, smiling as she looked at Liam who was standing next to me. He grunted.

she said, and Adeline grinned. "No I'm serious! Maya is cool as a big sis but yunno...I can't handle her craziness sometimes. Then... Sinclair is now my boyfriend so I need a new brother....and that's you" Trixie winked, and Adeline smiled widely. "Really?" "Really" Trixie cheerfully said, and they both smiled at the same time, then the front door opened, and Madden came in. Trixie quickly spranged up. "We'll make the plan after the burial tomorrow" she quickly said before rushing past Madden, out of the house.

Derwin woods continued: Shawna, Trixie, and Tavie: “GOT DAMNIT TRIXIE YOU ALMOST BLEW MY FUCKING HEAD OFF!” Trixie heard from afar. She stood up looking in the direction of the men she just blew up and saw a pissed clothes.

I smiled, slow and sharp. “…you won’t walk away.” Then I vanished into the darkness… leaving him to choke on the truth: The youngest D’Amaris was the most dangerous of them all.

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.

~~18 years old~~ Trevor alighted from the old beat-up truck he often drove and sprinted inside the clinic. He halted by the reception desk and puffed out a breath whilst holding his side. The blonde sitting in the tiny cubicle tilted her slender brows as she stared at him. "I am Trevor Williamson. My mom is here." The receptionist, whose name on her badge reads Charity nodded. She fixed the glasses she had slid down her nose to assess the boy who looked to be in his late teenage years back to her face.