After Todd Novels & Stories

she asked, unwrapping a Snickers bar she found in her bag. “Gone,” Todd said, sitting back on the tomb floor. “His dad is here, but he shipped him off to college already.” He paused, then added, “Don’t worry, though. I’m not going anywhere.” She gave him a small, sad smile. “Okay,” she said, pulling out her math book. “Let’s finish this homework. I missed a whole week.”

“Nope. Sex should have been enough for you.” “It’s never enough. Cuddling after sex is.” “You can cuddle but no foreplay? You are a weird one.” “Weirdo is my name.” “Okay. So that’s what I’m supposed to call you?” “Yeah.” He kisses my neck and takes the comb from me. “Let me help you with that.” “No.” I grab the comb from him. “What tomboy? You don’t want me touching your hair?” “Yeah. I will do it on my own.”

I'm pretty sure if the poor boy had hung around here for the past four years Colt would've found a way to scare him off by now. Then again, I think Todd's made of tougher stuff than that. I saw his mettle the first time we met and as clichéd as it sounds, I knew back then that the boy was going to be here for the long haul. She doesn't know and neither does her dad, but I've listened in on plenty of their conversations in the beginning. It's shameful I know, but there's no better way to learn the truth about what these kids are up to these days. All I can say is that Todd is every mother's dream for her teenage daughter and he only gets better with time.

“Get up. Jade’s been taken.” “Not one fucking normal day,” Todd grumbled, pulling on his clothes as they all gathered downstairs. He sipped coffee, trying to wake up. Dahlia leaned in close, her voice barely a whisper. “Jade is Bram’s daughter.” Todd spat out his coffee, the rest of it spilling onto the floor. “What the fuck, Dahlia?” he stared at her, stunned.

Todd had just gotten out of his room after having a fresh bath and grooming himself in a nice t-shirt and jeans, he was about to head out when his beta met him on the stairway. "Going out again?" His voice distracted Todd. "Yes, and you are coming with me." "Hmm... So we are finally bringing our Luna home?" Todd tilted his head back at Adrian looking at him surprised.

I tried not to fold my arms and spread my legs the way I do when I'm dressing down my crew for some shit fuck thing they'd done. "You know." She shrugged her shoulders. "Have you ever kissed this friend?" She pinked up just like her mother dead give away. "That's it you don't leave this room again for the rest of the night. What's this boy's name?" "Todd." "Todd what and where does he live?" "Henderson, he lives just around the corner from grandma Elena's. What're you going to do daddy?" "Nothing for you to worry about. So he doesn't go to your school, you met him in grandma's neighborhood?"

"Yes baby what is it? She walked over and held the screen out for my perusal. "I don't know who that is daddy." On the screen were the words I'd just read myself. 'If you want to be with Todd I can help you...your parents don't need to know. Meet me after school tomorrow by the old playground.' That was all the shit said, I guess they were testing the waters. "I'll take care of it baby, did you answer?" She shook her head no and looked close to tears. The damn kid had only just settled down after the boy left two weeks ago.

my little Toddy! Are you hungry baby?" Todd groaned at the baby nickname that his mother had given him when he was 2 years old. "Oh..mom.." he twisted out of her tight grasp, cleared his throat and stood up extra straight. He ran his hands down his shirt as if to iron out any wrinkles just in case his mom had ruffled him up. "Now Mom. Yes I am hungry. what are you making? "I'm making biscuits eggs and bacon for my special angels. where is your sister?" She asked as she peeked down the hallway looking for her daughter. Usually Todd and his sister woke up at the same time. She rarely seen one without the other. "She's still asleep mom, I didn't want to wake her because she looked really tired

“Am I that old?” Why does he sound surprised? He enjoyed being called daddy the last time. “I love you being old.” She darts her tongue out and licks his lips. “It’s so hot.” He chuckles again. “Allora.” He bounces her through the wall and Candace gasps with excitement. “I will show you what hot means.” Then he buries his face between her plump breasts and begins to lick them with a wild gesture. “Oh, yes.” Candace whimpers and grabs his head with both hands, pulling it toward her chest. “Suck on them, daddy.” She wants to carry his marks again like she has been doing for days.

The door chimes like a tiny bell in a fairytale, and a wall of warm—garlic, oregano, something tomato-buttery—hits me like a hug from an aunt who insists I’m too skinny no matter what the scale says. Todd is easy to spot: big laugh, bigger shoulders, and three boys orbiting him like planets. He’s out of his shop polo tonight in a henley that clings to the fact that he lifts engines for fun. Beside him, a woman with a halo of auburn hair waves like we’ve been friends since seventh grade. This must be Angie. “Look who it is!” Todd booms, standing like a proper southern grandma to greet me. “Guys, this is Holland. Be gentle. She’s new.”