Bethany Hamilton Young Novels & Stories

I opened it and read through it. " Martha Hemsworth, former cheer captain at Brookdale high. Born in coastvile, age 23. Hmm, the bad girl Is 23 years old." I said and read through her document. " Stop reading her school file Riley." Bethany said, opening her closet. She saw a box that looked enchanted with shiny rocks. " What Is this?" Bethany asked. I stared at it dazed. She tried to open it with her hair pin but it didn't. Instead it bent out of shape.

“You could’ve told them I had some horse shite for them to sweep up. I wouldn’t mind the afternoon off.” Ethan’s grin widens. “Aye? Got plans, have you?” “Oh, a nice dram of whiskey. Soak in the bath. I’ve not had a chance for one in a week.” “I can tell.” Ethan turns, revealing the girl standing behind him. She looks around my age, slightly taller than me, with long brown hair that’s tied in a loose ponytail with a red tartan ribbon. She’s pretty—even with dirt smearing her cheek, and the fact that she’s dressed like a man in breeches and a linen shirt slick with sweat.

MYRA The moment we left Young Master's room, Madame Beatrice stopped walking and turned toward me. I immediately knew what was coming. "You are unbelievable." I blinked. "Ma'am?" "You talked back to the Young Master." The disappointment in her voice should have made me feel guilty. Instead, I noticed something strange. She looked more surprised than angry. "I apologize." "You called him a rude billionaire." I cleared my throat. "Technically, I only defended myself." Madame Beatrice stared at me.

She looked back at me, confused. “Actually, I wanted to see Mr Damien Young. He's my teacher and we were brought together” I said. She furrowed her brows,as if I’m talking in an alien language. “Hmm You mean Mr Young?” I nodded eagerly. Finally, we are getting somewhere. “Well, He's gone,” She shrugs nonchalantly. I gasped and tears spring out of my eye. My chest constricts painfully, I had to hold on Ethan for support. “I mean He's been transferred to New York hospital, His parents came yesterday and they Left” She explained further. Ethan squeezes my hands, rubbing my back gently.

She glanced back at the private hospital she'd worked at for years and her heart was filled with bittersweet memories. Then she pulled out the piece of paper in her pocket and smiled. "Hopefully this is my future." The audition had attracted enough people that Beth wondered if she even had a chance. She wasn't the youngest one there. These were all starry-eyed twenty year olds and she was well into her thirties. "What are you waiting for?" Beth spun around and there was Trent. She smiled. "I'm just gathering courage." "The Beth I know has plenty of that."

He said, smirking at me. “She has no idea what she’s doing,” I snapped, then exhaled. “She’s trying to make her own choices, but she’s going to get herself hurt.” “She’s not as fragile as you think,” Ethan replied. “You’ve trained her. You’ve seen her grow. Hell, I’ve seen it. And whether you like it or not, she’s not under your rule anymore. She’s fighting to be something more. And as much as you don't want to admit it, she's not doing it for you. She's doing it for your daughter. She is doing it for herself, too. This is something you should be proud of. She is standing up for herself. She has a reason to fight. And yet you just find it in yourself to just push her away.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Hamilton. I didn't know that you cared so much for my daughter. If I had known it sooner, I would've paid you a visit long ago." Ethan looked at Larissa and scolded, "Larissa, why didn't you tell us that you're dating Mr. Hamilton? This is such a big news. Silly you. What is there to feel shy about?" The corner of her lips twitched. "How did you know that?" His eyes lit up. "Does that mean … you're really dating Mr. Hamilton? Is that true?" He almost fainted due to the overwhelming excitement. After all, Ambrose belonged to the Hamilton family that owned Hamilton Group.

She had so willingly given up all this information to me on our second date! We were now waiting for Betsy at a local diner. She was about 15 minutes late. I am quickly losing my patience. I was about to head back to my rig when I heard her voice. I looked at the entrance to see Betsy walk through. I was taken off guard by what I saw that I just stood, frozen! Betsy was no looker, she was average in the looks department. Her body wasn't bad to look at, but what threw me for a loop was the 8-year-old behind her. She had large sparkling blue/gray eyes, long, curly bright red hair and pale skin with a splash of freckles over her cheeks! As I looked at her, I was enveloped by a strong aura, but

Just as I was about to leave, a familiar voice made my stomach churn. “Grandma, who’s this?” Bethany. My former best friend and current nightmare. Bethany Hamilton was once my closest friend, my rock during the chaos of high school and college. But when my dad’s company went bankrupt, she turned on me. She laughed at my misfortune, spreading rumors and ensuring I felt every ounce of her hatred. “Oh, this is the artist I told you about.” Mrs. Smith replied. Bethany’s smile widened as she took a step closer. “Oh, you mean the one you pitied? The one who looked so tired and desperate? So you decided to pay her 300,000 dollars for a mere painting.”

she said, as a new idea had just come to her. Yvonne Young, who had adopted her mother's surname, was the rightful heir to the Young family, the owners of YTCorp. She was also Ethan Arnold's half-sister. Madelyn understood that Hayson wanted to set up Zach with Yvonne, so he could benefit from the Young family's power.