Teddy Hamilton Audiobooks Novels & Stories

"If you're sick, go to the hospital. What's wrong, Mr. Fisher? Is there a tumor growing on your leg?" Theodore's voice which was dripping with disdain entered Harvey's ears. Just then, Harvey's eyes snapped open wide in shock. The alcohol he had just consumed felt like a thousand needles stabbing straight into his gut.

Axel exhale “I’m sorry bro…I know that I owe you all an explanation, but I think that can wait for now….we are here for something else right…and Mrs. Brittany…” “Phew…thank God you remembered me….thought I will just remain standing here, while you hug your friends” She pouted “Awwnnn…I’m sorry about that…..mummy” Theodore joked, as everyone laughed, making Mrs. Brittany shake her head. One thing about Theodore is that, wherever he is, is always lively, he makes everyone happy. “So back to our discussion; you are welcome Theodore, the contestant are here and the audition will start in few minute time.” She waited to see everyone’s expression

his voice came, deep and smooth, but with that underlying command that always made me straighten my back. I pushed the door open and stepped inside. Teddy was sitting on the edge of his bed, still dressed in black pants and a loose white shirt that stretched across his broad shoulders. His hair was slightly messy, as though he had been running his hands through it. His gaze lifted to meet mine, dark and unreadable. “I just came to tell you,” I started, keeping my voice neutral, “that I’ll be resuming duty tomorrow. And I wanted to know if you have anywhere to go—appointments or meetings I should take note of.”

Sarah and the others had to take a few steps back because of Edwin Mendoza’s appearance. The tension wasn’t as high anymore, and murderous intent was no longer felt at that moment. But even so, their sights were still glued to Harvey York and Teresa Thompson. “Alright, Third Young Master Hamilton, enough talk. Let the people go and bring them here. “Don’t even try to hurt those people. I’ll chop off a hand for every single person you harm,” said Harvey calmly while patting on Denver Hamilton’s face.

This guy is a sick fucking psycho. I notice Stella has her phone out and texting someone. Then Hamilton tells us he is taking us to a deserted island, and I tell Stella where we are going. When we get slowed down, I tell Stella to run when he opens my door. Once that bastard opens my door, I kick the shit out of him. “Now Stella run.” I yelled at her, tried to run away, but Hamilton stopped me by grabbing my leg. He then asked Stella to come back.

“We don’t have any other family, only us, but we’re not speaking right now.” The sweet jasmine on her skin made Teddy shift in his seat to move a little closer when she put her hand on his leg and leaned into him. “Why not? What happened?” As he decided how much to admit to, Teddy gave her a tight-lipped grin and wrinkled his nose. No matter how he told the tale, he was far from a hero. “It’s kind of a long story.” From across the table, Jacob’s deep dimples smiled at Teddy as he set down his beer bottle and chuckled to himself. “Yeah, these things usually are, aren’t they?”

"So you must know how powerful the Chapman Legacy is. It's just a piece of cake to kill like you," Ted said coldly. "You think you're strong? Even Jeffery Ford, the richest man in Hodbridge, is nothing but an ant to me." "And?" Henry was curious why Ted was contacting him. "I'm just warning you—Chansey is mine. Stay away from her." "What if I don't?" Henry replied. He finally realized Ted must have found out about Chansey's phone call. It was no wonder she hung up quickly; he was too controlling.

"I'm Terence Snider. I once accompanied our company president on a visit to the Hamilton Group. What a coincidence to meet you here!" "Oh, I'm merely here shopping with my wife," Ambrose replied. "What a coincidence, so am I!" Terence chuckled. Inexplicably, there was a hint of sympathy between them. Terence grabbed Katt's hand and said decisively, "Honey, Mrs. Hamilton is kind. Remember how she exposed that scammer? Whether it helps or not, let her take a look. It's worth a try, right?" Her husband's support settled things. Katt hesitated, then said, "Can we find somewhere private? I'd rather not take my wig off in the street."

What are you talking about with a kid! 'Polite insult,' Yolanda pouted. 'I will have you know that I am smarter than an eighteen years old…' 'Well, la di dah, get in the car. Tomorrow is another miserable day.' 'Are you going to cry?' I smirked. 'Fuck off.' Okay, he's stressed out. When he started driving, I turned on the music and searched for a song he would like. As funny as it may sound, Ted is a jazz lover, at least, one of the music branch he loves. I smiled as he smiled, singing softly to the stupid jazz song playing.

I could see pieces of a boat here and there, and what I swore was an arm and other viscera scattered. “Fucking Hell… there!” Teddy pointed to half of the boat with a body slightly pinned under it, the golden hair matted with blood. Teddy stopped the van right next to it, cussing as he pulled off his shirt and made strips, wrapping it around the part of the legs he could get too. “Sorry, brother!” He yelled as he used his clawed hands to dig in just below the knees, cutting off the parts of the legs that were pinned. I reached behind me and cried as I moved my leg to do it, opening up the sliding door as Teddy came around with Axel. “Goddess, if he makes this I’m going to have to buy his beer