Teddy Hamilton Audiobooks Novels & Stories

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.

Baby, if you are reading this, I failed to keep you far enough away. Do not believe any Cain man who says the cage is for your safety. But if Teddy is still alive in him, make him sing. Violet’s breath left her. Theodore went utterly still. The room seemed to listen. Then, from the cassette recorder inside the drawer, Adelaide’s song began to play.

He blinked hard and cleared his throat before he could speak. “Yeah, buddy. I guess I am,” he said, his voice thick. Teddy did not wait for more invitation. He hugged him, pressing his back against his father’s chest and pointing at the low shelf where his books lived. “Read me this one,” Teddy demanded, grabbing his current favorite about a stubborn little truck that refused to stay in the garage. “It’s the best one.”

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--.”

Mr Hamilton greeted me cheerfully as I poured myself a cup of hot chocolate. "Hello Mr Hamilton," I replied politely, sipping from my mug. Mr Hamilton took his place across from me. He reached for the pot and refilled his coffee. After taking a few sips, he spoke again, "So, how are you feeling today?" he asked. "I feel good since i had a good sleep." I sipped some more of the hot drink. His smile widened when he saw the expression on my face. It's been awhile since I've seen that expression. When I first met Mr Hamilton, I found him to be intimidating. But now that he knows that I'm safe with him, he's been so kind to me.

A sudden breeze just happened to blow in from the window, lifting my dress and giving even a clearer view. There seemed to be a brief red flash in the teddy bear's eyes, but I pretended not to notice as I stood on my toes, reaching for the cabinet nailed to the wall above. I specifically picked a finger sleeve and smiled in satisfaction as I leaned against the headboard to start my show. I placed the teddy bear back where it was sitting so that it still faced me. Its black bead eyes looked so real just then, a pervert just like its owner who was watching behind the hidden camera.