Alexander Hamilton Book Novels & Stories

The city beyond the alley was waking: sirens dopplering closer, helicopters thudding overhead, but here, in this crater of our making, time was a held breath, a heartbeat skipped, a promise broken. I reached for the book. The cover bit me. Not metaphor. Teeth: tiny, needle-sharp, made of red thread, sank into my fingertips, drawing blood that the leather drank like a sponge. The title flared, the letters rearranging into a new line: ALEXANDER KANE: THE FIRST BET. Elena’s gasp was a knife to my gut. “Alexander, don’t…”

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"

They were having a nice time together until he brought his unfortunate steps towards them. "Love, do you know what love is? You only took advantage of her, got her pregnant and wouldn't take responsibility for your actions. Now you suddenly realised that she loves you and you love her? Didn't you deny the pregnancy? Didn't you say you only had fun with her and you are done with her? Are you a man, do you call yourself a man? Someone who is not responsible for his actions besides drilling women with your promiscuous dick!" Alexander Hamilton yelled into his face.

" 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

"So are you saying yes, my Caty?" I grabbed the nearest pen at his desk. "Where do I fucking sign?" Father slides to me a white envelope. I opened it and I signed it with my name and decided to read it later before bed. Signed: Caterina Mari Santelli

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.