Harold Hutchins Novels & Stories

was back slightly but he held his head a little higher as we made our way to the Sergeants office. I knocked twice and heard some shuffling, “Come on in, ya’ll!” Combs had one of those voices that just boomed off every wall. He would intimidate you if you didn’t know him. I swung the door open to his office and plopped down in one of the chairs. “Whatcha got for me? Also, patrol has been set up and you guys are good to go for the night.” Sergeant leaned over his desk and offered us both some mints. I shook my head no and Emery took one of course. “So I am ready to go for patrol, but Emery here is stepping down from the case.” The sergeant slowly lowered hisself into his chair taking a big b

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?"

“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. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

I took a pause, swallowing hard. “Who is the last person, boss?” “Betty.”

“What do you mean?” “I'd been able to fly a broom since I was nine. I'll simply be wasting my time in the class when I'd rather be consumed in a book.” “Good old Trisha,” Harold said with a grin. “Golden Lake's very own genius.” “There's no need for flattery,” Trisha said although she liked that they showered her with praises. Wilkes turned to look at Harold. “How about you? What do you have now?” Harold peeled the paper Trisha had given him open.

Surely I was seeing things. Was his cocky attitude haunting me now? I shook my head hard but it didn't erase the fact that Art Wilson was one of my professors? How on earth was he professor? He was only 28. His eyes lingered on me for a second longer before he continued his lecture. His words mumbled into gibberish as all I could scream in my head was no...no...no. I collected my things, and sprinted out of that class, not caring about the murmurs it stirred. I was probably deaf until I drove out of the campus.