Teddy Hamilton Audiobooks Novels & Stories

“Sure, man. I’ve got a few numbers for you.” “I want one in particular. We saw a guy with Tammy they shared some pills. That’s the guy I want to speak with.” “Everything okay?” Ted runs his hands through his messed up hair. He’s standing in just his pajama bottoms and a bare chest. He could do with some muscle, he looks way too thin. I could easily knock him out for having creeps at his damn party but I stay cool. Really cool. “I didn’t specifically see any guy with Tammy.” He scratches his head now. I want to punch him in the face, only I’m thinking he is being a jerk and covering his own ass.

"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."

I teased, reaching down to scratch his ear. The game went on—laughter echoing across the sand, the kind that makes your ribs ache in the best way. Eventually, the energy softened into easy conversation. Music played low on someone’s speaker. Brody passed out marshmallows and insisted on making his “secret” s’mores recipe, which was really just adding a spoonful of peanut butter and declaring himself a genius. Teddy leaned toward me, voice low. “Wanna take a walk?” I glanced at him, then the fire, then back at him. “Yeah.”

He gestured to the seat opposite him, “You and I need to talk.” “Yes, we do.” Lincoln agreed, then tossed the papers on his desk. “And that's business. Let's talk about business.” “You know, that day, you humiliated me… beyond measure.” “Play stupid games, win stupid prizes,” Lincoln stated, coldly, “You're lucky I didn't rat you out to a news company. Now add the clause you want to add, let me leave.” “What about that guy? Your knight in shining armor?” Hamilton asked, leaning back on his seat. “The one that came and saved you, does he still fuck you?”

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.

“You didn’t do anything wrong. He would be with you if he could, Tess.” Wrapped up in the last bit of comfort that she had left in her life, Tessa sought out her mate as she closed her eyes and pressed her lips to Haldir’s. Before he could even break her hold on him, Teddy’s livid voice shouted through the streets of Savannah as he berated Haldir. “You dirty motherfucker.” Pushing her behind him as her brother inched closer and the blue glow rose from his pores, Haldir shook his head because he knew what he walked in on must have been shocking. “It isn’t what it looks like, so dial it the fuck back.”

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

Teddy is inquisitive and asks Ericka what he sees as he being added. “Is there a connection between the location and our sounds when it echoes?" Teddy is staring at Ericka with both of his eyes, waiting for her to respond, but Ericka remains silent because her thoughts have been elsewhere, stating, “Hold on a second!" She repeatedly thumps her feet. Hop about and utter things like, “Teddy, I'm well! Don't you realize that my body no longer has any numbness or cramping in the muscles? When we get away from the falling trunk, I sprint quickly and carry you as if you were flying!"