Harold Hutchins Novels & Stories

Especially when it came to the fact that our daughter, Nitah, was now seeing the deadline of the evils in the world. That was heartbreaking. "Manhoods are falling off. People are also dying." He panted. His words could barely be heard. "What do you mean, Harold?" Harold, the man who had rushed in, plopped on a chair nearby. He grabbed a glass of water lying around and gulped it down in one go. We all stared at him as we waited for him to start talking.

One of them, General Marcus Hutchins, came from a powerful old-money family in Flower City, in the northern region of Country L. When she asked a favor, he did not hesitate. Within days, his younger brother, Colonel Renzo Hutchins, a ruthless businessman with an unshakable poker face, began buying out every scattered Santon Corporation share on the open market. One by one, silent acquisitions were made until only 18% remained. The 18% still held by Gerard, Almay, and Aretha.

I whispers: “…Harold?” The man smiles faintly. “So you still remember me.” That name lands like a crack in glass. Lucas turns immediately. “You know him?” I do not take my eyes off Harold. “Yes.” I pause. Then i add: “He worked in internal compliance at Smith Enterprise.” Lucas stiffens. “Meaning?” I answer coldly: “He used to audit my life without me knowing.” Harold steps forward slowly. “No need for hostility.” “This is not personal.”

I stood up as if I was going to be hypnotized by the way he was staring. I took my bag and slowly went to the front. When I passed him, I stopped for a moment when I heard what he said. "Good girl," he whispered. So he did it on purpose to keep me away from Edmund? I can't believe that he would go to such lengths just to keep me away from another man. Our subject today is UTS. I can't say enough about Harold's teaching method. He's a good talker, the kind that won't make you sleepy. We also understand what he teaches.

So, who on the internet dares to continue claiming that Shantal was just a high school graduate? Louis Quinton, a prominent physicist who had won Nobel Prizes in Medicine for several consecutive years, had admitted that Shantal Harver was his younger sister. Brian Horton, president of the prestigious number one university in the world, Holmeister University, has a resume that can be torn to shreds in the world of scientific research. Edward Qwentin was also someone who could move the entire research community with a wave of his hand.

Or was each action merely a fragment of a grander strategy? Just as we were about to exchange words again, my phone buzzed. It was a text from the head of my investigative team. “Sir, we have located an individual who had multiple encounters with Harold during his college years. His name is Professor Adrian Cole. He’s retired and lives alone. We suspect he has information." I swiftly reached for my suit jacket. "Marcus." "Yes, sir?" "Prepare the car." "If Harold has spent years concealing his tracks..." I gazed out the window, my tone steady yet resolute.

“She exhausted Brenda as far as I know. She was happy, though.” “I can imagine,” I laughed under my breath. “What did she do?” “She decided the hallway needed more decorations.” “Paint?” I asked, raising an amused eyebrow. “Pillows.” She muttered. “That’s survivable.” I said, and she shook her head. “She also tried convincing the kitchen staff that ducks deserve pancakes.” She said, sighing as she leaned into my embrace. I stared at her for a second, then shook my head. “Honestly, I support her vision. They might be starving out there and for all we know, they would need pancakes.”

They knew very well that Harvey was Prince York, the Chief Instructor. They also understood how powerful the Chief Instructor was. Could the Chief Instructor, who had retired for three years, oppose Third Master Yates, who had fought invincible players all throughout America?

“Astrid’s brother is the alpha of the Denver pack.” Anna’s mouth forms a little ‘o’ in recognition. When she doesn’t answer Astrid’s question, Wes answers for her. “The Bloomfields,” he supplies. “Nice people.” “Ahh,” Astrid smiles fondly in recognition. “They’re lovely.” Her gaze shifts from Wes to Anna’s belly, to her face. “While you’re there, make sure you ask them to introduce you to Lola Hendricks, she lives a few houses down. She’s a yogi and does this awesome prenatal yoga class a few times a week, the pregnant women in our pack swear by it.”

He simply did his duty and kept his thoughts to himself. “How was your day, Harold?” “Fine, Master,” Harold replied promptly. “I delivered the gift as you instructed. If there’s nothing else, I would like to retire for the night.” Harold wasn’t a live-in butler. He had a family to return to. Although a room had been provided for him in the mansion and he occasionally stayed over when needed but he always made it a point to go back home at the end of the day. “You’re free to go,” Maverick said.