Todd Hewitt Novels & Stories

Finally, he paused the video footage, his eyes dimming seeing a strange man taking Heidi out of the Bar. Jealousy kicked in, as Heidi swayed in the footage, being supported by the man as if she'd been drunk. But his possessive instinct outweighed his jealousy. Right now, Lucas felt like tearing that man apart. He didn't waste a second, barking out more instructions and leaving the Bar. “Mr. Harrison, we've found information about him.” A call came into his phone as he drove down the city. “Todd Lewis, a second-class socialite. He's always involved in drugs and notorious for messing around with married women. The police never kept him for more than a day in custody. He's very dangerous.”

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"

Another photo of him holding one of his children in his arms, his woman at his side… Nathan Lockwood and wife spotted at charity gala… and with them attended their little twins… Arina and Jacob, seen for the first time since birth at two years old. My stomach turned. There he was. In a tailored suit. Smiling for the cameras like he didn’t have blood on his hands or a past that meant anything. Like I didn’t exist. A mate that he chose to simply ignore and rather than reject, he couldn’t care less. Like she didn’t exist.

Kenny's pov When the hunk of a man asked me for my name I hesitated only for a few seconds, my wolf has been screaming in my head about all four of them being my mates but I ignored her. I couldn't have a mate as I was destined to die after I kill the son of a bitch alpha. She tried to tell me something but I blocked her out, not wanting to get my hopes up of a happier life. That was why I decided to give them my name, I had nothing left to lose. "It's Kenny, Kenny McKenzie alpha of the extinct White Moon pack" I answered him with my head held high and shoulders straight. The shock and disbelief on their faces almost made me laugh, but the sadness of my words stopped that in its track, if I

"I thought you would've chosen Mean Girls instead." I chuckled, and shrugged my shoulders. "Well Channing Tatum and Dave Franco are in these movies. They're amazingly hot!" A deep growl rumbled through his chest and that caused me to laugh hysterically. "You're cute when you get jealous." I pinched his cheeks but he pulled away. "Okay, love birds. The movie is starting. So shut up!" Daniel yelled towards us. Aaron didn't take that lightly because he tried to get up but I pulled him down.

She even had the impulse to tell Asher that she had stopped taking birth control pills, as long as he wouldn't keep her confined like this! Alma tried to comfort Vivienne, "Miss Sullivan, three days will pass quickly." Vivienne responded with a bitter smile and continued to occupy herself. While browsing the internet, she unexpectedly came across a prominent news article on a portal website: "Chairman Harold Donovan of Four Seas Corporation Passes Away." Harold Donovan, Ezra's father! Vivienne was familiar with that name. She had seen news before about Harold Donovan being critically ill, but she didn't expect that he would pass away in just a few days.

It almost looks like. I slap a hand over my mouth. "No. It can't be." Holding my breath, unable to reconcile the image on my phone with the name beneath his picture, my mouth drops open. Shock assaults me as I re-read the caption again: "Connor Mennetti, businessman Nolan Mennetti's oldest son, attends the opera with his date, Shelby Walsh."

David Bryant, he’s friends with Mikali and Kurt. He’s a quick-witted guy, with lots of tattoos and piercings thought in his trooper uniform. He wasn’t wearing any of those piercings, and I could only see a hint of the tattoos on his neck. “An attack?" I furrowed my brow. “I didn’t hear anything,” I shrugged.

"Shown by appointment." John Wilson was the agent's name. "I wonder if he's related to Asshole Wilson? I asked myself. Asshole Wilson was a guy I went to high school with. His actual name was Walter. I have called him Asshole and a few thousand other less than flattering names since I found out it was him that ruined the last month of high school and banished me from California for seven years. Asshole had wanted to take Crystal MacGreggor to the prom. He wanted her for his girlfriend. Problem was she was dating me and had agreed to go to the prom with me.

to Trey. “I believe he’s Gordon Hewitt’s guest. I sent him a handful of tickets.” Gordon Hewitt was the editor of Boston Eats and a well-known food critic. Her head whipped around to confirm he was with Neil. Sadly, he was, his short form dashing in a rumpled jacket and bow tie. “Crap. I didn’t see him. Hewitt must think I’m completely stupid. Why did he bring Montana? He can’t possibly like his food.” Noting her horrified stare, the dapper food critic smiled and lifted two fingers.