Harold Hutchins Novels & Stories

Today’s the day, to surprise one of my best friends, my sister Jade, with her dream. I’m trying to keep the excitement under wraps as I receive a text from Mr. Thomas that the sign is up and covered for a reveal and that he had seen the place was fully decorated before he and his guys had left. I’m starving and it’s still really early in the morning, so I’ve decided to cook some breakfast for everyone, ham steaks and eggs and pancakes and breakfast potatoes, my favorite part. As I’m frying the ham steaks I feel the electricity in the air, the amazing smell taking over my senses, over-powering the ham right in front of me, my mate. I don’t turn around, smiling and waiting for him to come to m

Dalton’s point of view: With an exasperated sigh, I sat down at my study table and scattered every document related to the paper works I had to complete in front of me. “Do you need any help?” I glanced up when Lucas spoke. He’d taken a seat on the couch by the office door. “There’s not much to do. It’s okay.” I shook my head. It wasn’t like I didn’t trust him. This was a top secret kind of mission that we’ve been working on and I don’t think the other Alphas would be as cool as me when they learn that I’ve let someone who wasn’t a pack member help me with the paper works.

They asked, “Who is the person in charge here?” Harvard took a step forward. “I am. I’m Harvard Hill, the person in charge here.”

He was the one who raised Ethan and cared for him more than anyone else. He wouldn't accept that Ethan is dead. He couldn't accept that. Harold's butler, Edmund, quickly approached Harold and said, "Calm down, Mr. Harold. Don't forget that your health isn't what it used to be. "Fortune will smile on Mr. Miller. He will be fine." Edmund handed Harold an aspirin as he said that. Harold leaned back into his chair, but his expression was still stormy. "The person was clearly after Olivia. Why would he resort to lethal methods when dealing with Ethan? Edmund, do you think that illegitimate bastard is behind this?"

although nobody called him that to his face. The third man was the project leader, Steven Harrington, widely regarded throughout the scientific community as the most brilliant physicist since Albert Einstein. He was a fireplug of a man whose shock of white hair rivaled the unruly mop of his idol.

But one thing that caught Crystal’s attention to the point that she literally went blank, was finding out that Harold’s older brother’s name, is actually Harry, Harry Valencia. Suddenly, everything puzzled together like broken pieces, just waiting for the missing link to make them a whole picture. Harry Burton has been keen on targeting Harold Valencia, even going as far as to set up this whole mission without directly telling Crystal any more details and moves. Plus, most of the events mentioned was fabricated, she had already investigated the truth long ago to find out.

“A-are you Harold Whitewood, S-Selena’s boss?” “So you knew Selena?” Harold surprised. He knew that Jeremiah was shunned from society, knowing that he could make friends with one of his colleagues was unexpected. “Yes, she was one of my employees in the research institution that I worked with. Her mind was full of- umm… unusual ideas. I just hope that she could be more careful in doing her research and inflict less damage to the facility.” “I see,” Jeremiah responded short, but he still clueless why Harold still kept holding his hand. “Uhm-I am sorry Mr. Whitewood, I don’t mean to be rude but I am in hurry…”

“That is where our deal ends. I more than anyone wants that motherfuvker dead but I will wait until when the right time comes...He is all yours once he loses his authority.” “There is no such thing as the right time, Harold. I make the right time when I want.” “Very well then. I will take my leave now and meet with the elders. It has been such a long time...” Harold stood and crept away. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Behind him followed his dad and a lady I didn’t recognise. “Leah, it’s great to see you. We are glad that you could make it today.” Jack offered me his hand. I shook his hand, “Thank you for the opportunity to interview for a position here.” “Leah, this is Julie Shepherd. Julie this is Leah.” Julie held her hand out, “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” “Likewise.” I shook her hand. “Thank you for bringing her up, Logan.” Julie smiled at him, there was something all too familiar about the smile.

He sat with his hands flat on the table and a folder in front of him and looked at us when we came through the door with eyes that were doing the specific work of someone who had been assessing Hawthornes for a very long time and had not yet decided whether to update his methodology. Damian had told me about Harold Prescott on the drive over. Longest serving board member and that he had known Damian's father and had maintained his position across three generations of Hawthorne leadership by the specific discipline of caring about the company rather than the family. Harold stood when we came in. He looked at Damian first with the recognition, then at me. The assessment was thorough and unhurr