Teddy Hamilton Audiobooks Novels & Stories

They exchanged a quick handshake and a bro hug before Hamilton disappeared back into his team’s huddle. And I just stood there, gripping my phone like it was my lifeline, my heart still pounding from what had just happened. I met Hamilton. I spoke to Hamilton. And I had proof. Best. Day. Ever.

Taylor “Turn on some music,” Kennedy prompts. I link my iPhone to the Bluetooth speaker in the living room. I scroll through my playlists: Running, Reading, Driving, School, Lite, Heavy, 80s, and Random. I select the Random playlist. “Stitches” by Shawn Mendes fills the room. I adjust the volume, so it won’t interfere with conversations this evening. Back at the kitchen island, I grab a tumbler and pour two fingers of Jim Beam to calm my nerves. As I finish my drink, I hear Jackson greet guests on the deck.

It was a call from Amy. "Teddy, are you coming back? Mr. Langston wants to talk to you." Thaddeus was still furious. He showed no mercy to anyone. "If he wants to talk, then let him talk. If not, then forget it. Holt Jewelry won't beg anyone for help. There are plenty of celebrities vying for endorsements." With that, he hung up the phone. "Let's go home." … Thaddeus barely touched the food on the table. He was already full after a few bites. He had been in a bad mood when he was driving, so he had sped to Jardin Estate, driving aggressively.

Jack entered his car and drove to the pack's station to see Teddy in the cell. When Jack arrived, the security men working there at the pack station welcomed him, "Welcome, Alpha." "Thank you," Jack replied. "Where is my brother's cell? Take me to him," he asked one of the security men working there, who responded, "Please follow me, Alpha." The security man showed Jack to the cell where Teddy Hudson was locked up. Teddy heard the sounds of footsteps approaching but didn't make any attempt to stand up and check who was arriving. He sat on the cold floor, meditating and reminiscing about his old life, his marriage with Charlotte, and his affair with Anne Robert.

Before he could react, one of the men yanked him by the back of his collar. “What are you doing? You… Are you blind? Do you not know who I am?” The man studied him carefully with a squint before he shook his head. “Who’s this idiot?” “You—” “How dare you b*stard kick my car!? We’re teaching you a lesson!” “I’m Yale Hamerton, the eldest descendant of the Hamertons!” The men laughed. “Right, and I’m fucking Zephyr Hamerton! Hahaha…” “Come here, kneel down to my car!”

"This is for calls. Hide it somewhere you can reach quickly. A dressing closet. Behind a vase. Anywhere within range of his study or wherever he takes calls. Press this button to start recording. Press it again to stop. The battery lasts twelve hours." I took it. It was small, but heavier than it looked. I closed my hand around it. "One more thing." I waited. "The boy. Teddy." "What about him?" "You said you've tried to talk to him and gotten nowhere." "Yes." "Try again. Slowly. Don't push. Don't ask him direct questions yet. Just be friendly. Let him see that you see him as a person. You might be surprised at how he'll come around." "You want me to befriend him?"

Edmund veered the car towards the next street. He was racing against time and hoping that he made it. From the moment he received the message from her father's nurse that he was back in town, he'd not been the same. Mr. Tyler Hamilton or simply, The Bull, as he was known by the majority of workers in his company was his father. Tyler Hamilton was a greying man in his sixties that was gradually getting close to losing his marbles. He was erratic and spontaneous at best and often liked things to go his own way.

The second cell to my right makes some noise as someone inside struggles to stand up. “Uncle…uncle, I—I brought them here”, Ted, my brother’s son grips the bar his bloody face pleading with me against the other end of the rusty silver bars. “They had you in chains, Ted. I might hate the fuckers, but you had to have done something to piss them off if they wanted to kill you.” “I didn’t know she was your daughter…that we were cousins, otherwise I would have never--.” “Never done what, Teddy?” “I wanted to teach them a lesson when we went for the wine in Harry’s village. It was a long time ago, I wasn’t--.”

she asked. I sobbed, "Yes." She hugged me tightly. "Go be with him, child. He obviously needs you, or Leila would have never..." she trailed off, looking back at the door. "Do whatever you feel is right, okay?" I nodded, wiping my tears, and walked back into the room. The healer screamed, "He's crashing!" The room buzzed with an energy that felt like static on my skin. Teddy was coding. He was not breathing.

“But I didn’t call you here for that.” “I trust you’ve been keeping up with your vitamins?” Dr. Harry asked. “Of course. I don’t go anywhere without them.” Then his gaze shifted to me. “Hello, Mr. Blackwood,” he said, extending his hand to Aiden. Their handshake was brief but firm. “I’d be better if this visit wasn’t happening,” Aiden replied quietly, his voice steady but taut. Dr. Harry smiled faintly. “Concern often feels excessive—until it isn’t.”