Alexander Hamilton Book Novels & Stories

It wasn't until I heard his voice that I knew who he was. Alexander Hamilton.

“Why? Amanda wasn’t before Elliott met you, and look how traumatic that experience was for him. And you didn’t know about her until after I did.” Aaron turned his head to the side and nodded at her with his eyes. “Maybe I don’t know these people as well as I thought I did.” She laughed. “I’m sure that’s not the case. What do you know about Christian before you met him?” “Not much. He never talked about his past. He was in the Revolutionary War, obviously. He served with Washington and Hamilton at different times. After that, he was part of the same team as Hamilton and Burr until the duel. He was there when Alex came back. You know all of this as well as I do.”

Zavier stated as he walked over and grabbed it. "What book?" I whispered. They had to be tricking me. King Alexander can't get the ultimate power without me. "Relax you aren't in trouble. It was a simple mistake." Alax said in a soothing voice. Even with all the evidence he seemed oblivious to what King Alexander and Zavier most likely knew. "It wasn't a simple mistake." King Alexander snapped out. A bang against the table had me jumping back. King Alexander didn't even pay me any mind as he opened up the book that only I could read. I watched as he quickly turned the pages until he landed on the page that gave the ultimate power.

Alexander Hamilton, the love of my life, the inspiration, the respectable, the smart, the most handsome and yeah the so called Asshole in my life. Most importantly he is the man of honor. He lacks a lot, but he never tried to give up that's what it makes him a sensible man. He has been through a lot , done a lot of mistakes in his past but he never asked for my pity or my forgiveness but he only showed me how much I affected in his life.

As soon as he got to Alexander's house, he began shivering, so much so that even Alexander could sense the uneasiness coming from him. "Where is the book I asked you to get for me?" Alexander asked. His voice was cold, echoing through the living room, sending more shivers down Jeremy's spine. "I'm sorry, sir. Please forgive me," Jeremy fell to his knees, sobbing for mercy. "I was able to lay my hands on the book, but Mr. Maxmillian scared me away. He claimed to be the Alpha..."

Because he was bored waiting for Henry and also Austin to discuss the plan, Alexander went to the bookshelf and read all the books on the shelf. Ye Chen had memorized all the contents of the book on this shelf in just a few minutes. When Henry called, Alexander immediately placed the book and rushed back to Henry. "Yes, let's go"

" Seraphine had to admit Hamilton's father was a sharp one. Indeed, this was the case. The only reason Alexandar had become the King wasn't due to his compassion but the feeling that came from being at top. "That view— I am in agreement with it. As long as I am able to eat sufficiently and lead an uncomplicated life, I am satisfied. Greed always destroys one no matter how smart that person ought to be." °°° The next day, when the rain stopped, the two of them continued their journey to the North, and they haven't met any obstacles in their paths further. Soon enough, they have thus reached the North and booked an inn to stay at. Hamilton took the responsibility of contacting the headquarters

When we got inside, there were still a lot of people but not as many as the roaring people down the street. "Miss, Santelli. You're here," the female wearing the cheapest sheath dress said, her frizzy hair blocking my view. I raised my mental eyebrow when I heard her implied 'you're late' greeting. Playing along I said, "Yes. I'm very sorry. The afternoon traffic was a nightmare." "That's no problem, Miss Santelli. Right this way." She led me to a long table with a chair in the middle and millions of Times Magazine copies stacked nearby. I smiled and gave a slight wave at the people inside the library and took my seat on the chair.

In the car, Jonathan watched his expression and was shocked Alexander hadn’t been torn to pieces. Back at Manhattan Villa, Alexander stepped into the marble-floored hallway, where a servant hurried up with a neatly wrapped package. “Sir, this was sent by Mr. Beaumont.” Alexander took the package without interest, heading straight to his room. After a quick shower, careful around his bandaged wounds, he finally tore the gift open. A book dropped into his hands, the title bold and bright: Love 101 — How to Love. Alexander’s expression darkened instantly, and he flung the book across the room, where it landed on the nightstand with a dull thud.

Oscar seemed to recognize the face of someone who did not recognize the name, and started sharing the exacts behind who he was. Alexander Hamilton was rather impressive; the first Treasury Secretary of the United States, right hand man to the first president of the United States, and in the end died in a duel despite the fact that he was known as a good shot. The man also appeared on the ten dollar bill, and when Bradley genuinely thought about it, he hadn’t carried around cash in a long time, so the face on the ten dollar bill was much a blank to him as the rest of the information shared. All of the knowledge that he could quite possibly need about said Founding Father was then supplied to