Todd Harding Novels & Stories

"Mr. Hardin's tweet with that bold 'Mine' is obviously a response to Mr. Ford's post. It's so obvious who the little cat plush toy symbolizes! Mr. Hardin's lover is Ms. Sharp! And who is Ms. Sharp? Mr. Ford's former secretary! Case closed!" "So, Mr. Ford must have feelings for Ms. Sharp. He dug up that plush toy last night and posted it on Twitter. Mr. Hardin was drunk last night, so he didn't notice it. "After waking up today, he made a strong rebuttal. Honestly, who has so many useless plush toys at home? He probably just cleared out the entire store this morning!" "Good news! I searched the store right away and, sure enough, all the toys were sold out. I asked the customer service, and he

but everyone was nervous like startled deer at the same time, the man who was sitting opposite Raymond looked at the man who was sitting beside the door, cuddling over a model with disgust. he was Todd Anderson. whose family took over half of the tech industry in the city. right now, he was lazily leaning on the sofa, lifting the chin of a beautiful woman, and filling her wine with his mouth. the beauty was what the men called her. she was getting all choked up, but Todd was amused.

They scolded me for hiding my husband and now Hershey was glaring at me. "Why didn't I know that you're married? Your husband is so hot and handsome, Sol. That's unfair! I don't even have a boyfriend. Why are you so lucky?" Hershey continued throwing tantrums. I just laughed and shook my head. I told them about Jordan and our marriage. Of course, they know him as Trevor Evans' illegitimate son and I chose to respect Jordan's decision of keeping his real identity hidden. I know he doesn't like much attention that is why he's hiding the fact that he's the President of the Muller Group.

Aku gushed. Todd had spent close to three weeks in the Nothern region. He was based in Nyankpala to be precisely and was working in an office as an accountant. He had deeply regretted his actions and still had nightmares. No one knew him here nor did they know about his nasty past so he could start life afresh with no baggage. He wished his sister could change her evil ways and get a life for herself. He had blocked her on every platform. He only talked to his mom once a while so she wouldn't worry about her.

JRT was currently the oldest and most celebrated alumna of the University of Zurich. When Professor Emeritus Jack Russell Todd wanted something, he always got it because he had the most powerful presidents in the world tending to his needs. Seating on his right were his two kids: His son Professor Thomas Russell Todd aka ‘TRT’ and his elder sister Professor Helen Russell Todd famously called ‘HRT’ by the Paparazzi.

She rolled her eyes. “Everything you want, or everything you need?” She looked at me, and it brought into question my entire view of it. “Perhaps. What is there to need?” “Tell me about yourself, Tucker.” I sighed. Where do I begin? Tucker Harris. Brother of Jordan Harris and son of Barry Harris. Heir to a huge pharmaceutical company and riding on the wealth he'd been given his entire life. Father to a husky, Rocky. Founder of a children’s charity foundation. CEO of the Boston Barnacles. I’m a simple man, truly.

A voice came from behind, and I turned around to see a short-grown man with a white mustache growing on his face, rubbing his palms together. “Really?” I asked, intrigued. Clinton grunted from behind me, but I didn't pay him heed. “Yes, the young lad's name was Tayo, and he believed that werewolves are real and that he had seen one transforming before.” Now, I was certainly intrigued. Wrapping my arms around my chest, we listened to him tell us more about Tayo. And from all the things he spoke about the boy, it somehow convinced me that he must have actually seen one before. And for that to be a woman, then…

It felt wrong but he would not take anything from me. I headed to the kitchen and made a hot drink. The warmth settled me. My house was too busy for my liking. I offered Logan a drink which he gladly accepted. As we were drinking there was another knock at the door which was unexpected. I froze, gripping my hands against the counter. Logan disappeared and returned a few moments later with someone behind him. “Leah, this is Jack, he does security for us. Jack this is Leah.” Jack was shorter than Logan and a lot stockier. He was muscular and had a shaved head. He reminded me more of an army man than anything else. His arms were covered in tattoos, and his stance screamed military. He stepped f

I announced, holding the phone up proudly, showing the rest of the team the photo as evidence. “Yeah? What did they have?” Captain Elder asked, his face softening. He had always liked Bryson, and of course, the whole world was waiting with baited breath on the birth announcement. To say that Anna’s father was an important man would be the understatement of the century. Her father, Tom Spencer, was currently serving his second term in office as President of the United States. Anna, as first daughter, was a celebrity in her own right because of that. The press hung on every word that she and Bryson said and it seemed as though the whole world was gripped with ‘Annason’ fever, and had been for

I said. Todd turned to me, all smiles, a hint of color spreading to his cheeks. "You're my everything." He said, his tone now softened. His hand went up to my face and brushed my hair aside gently. He leaned toward me. Someone cleared their throat and we jumped apart. "Sorry to interrupt you lovebirds, but I was told you were here to see me." We turned to see Chad, standing in the hallway of his mansion where Todd and I had come to visit him.