Todd Harding Novels & Stories

My phone buzzed once. Todd: Still want an escort to the car? Me: Yes, please. And thanks. Todd: This is the part of my job I brag about at Thanksgiving He appeared at the door like he’d been air-dropped by the polite version of heaven, walked me to the car with a steady presence and a low commentary about the weather that somehow made the lot feel less like a stage. In the rearview a sedan kept an uninteresting distance. George would meet a woman named H. Ward in twenty minutes and not put anything together because he was an artist.

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 and he looked up wide-eyed. "Hannah Clarke? Mayor Clarke's daughter?" He asked "Yes?" "I am Todd, Todd Hemingway" "Oh my God, Todd. How are you?" "Well, as you can see. I own this little cafe now, so I've been good" he smiled goofily. "No way!" "But you are now some hotshot designer, I heard," he said "You are looking at the Co-founder of C&W." "That is so cool"

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.

She knew full well what the Jean family represented, after all. Todd was not courteous on the other side of the phone at all. He replied coldly, “Have you been to Buckwood recently?” “Yes. Are you coming too, Master Todd?” Sasha was starting to hesitate when she said those words. On the one hand, there was the young and talented Consultant York. On the other hand, there was Todd Jean from a top-rated family. How could she possibly choose between those two? Todd couldn't care less what Sasha had on her mind. He then calmly said, “I heard that you were going against Harvey and Mandy Zimmer.”

What they knew was that Jared was her boyfriend, and they were planning on getting married. "Then who the hell exposed us?" Derrick asked angrily. Derrick is the youngest senator in the country. Because of his good looks and s*x appeal, many citizens, young and old, admire him. He was always present at all charity events, showing how generous he was and how concerned he was about his people. He was planning on running for president in the next election. That's why he was extra careful.

Jason said. "Okay, okay, okay." President Henderson nodded respectfully and left, almost stepping back. Jason ignored him. Over the years, he often saw some people like this. He usually didn't want to talk to them. Sometimes, he had to have small talk with them because of Madison. "Who was that young man just now?" Jason came to Jodie and her mother and asked with a smile. "President Henderson, the president of Henderson Group." Jodie's mother said with a smile.