Trixie Timmy Novels & Stories

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."

“I need to go to Trixie.” “Lexus, one more question.” Trixie stood-up too. “Yes?” “Hmm, we have been friends since childhood and until now; both of us haven’t found our mates yet. Can’t you not feel that maybe I am your mate actually?” Trixie said sheepishly.

ISLA GRACE MILLER DATE OF BIRTH: JUNE 18TH AGED: 18 HAIR: AUBURN EYES: GREEN HEIGHT: FIVE FOOT FIVE INCHES GUARDIAN - JUNE DANIELS, RELATION: MATERNAL GRANDMOTHER, DECEASED- CEDAR FALLS. SCORED HIGH MARKS: TRACKING; HAND/HAND COMBAT; TEAMWORK; FIELD FIRST AID NOTES: RUN RISK LEVEL 2; ONE ATTEMPT YEAR ONE AT TRTC. RECEIVED COUNSELING. MEDICATED WITH ANTIDEPRESSANT FOR YEARS 1-3. CLEARED FOR DISCONTINUATION OF USE AFTER REASSESSMENT.