Bethany Hamilton Young Novels & Stories

I giggled. “Let him,” she replied, giggling too. “At least we could contribute something for the good cause,” I remarked, to which she agreed. But deep inside me, I was anxious. I’m hoping the guy who will win me is at least respectful. I heard number eight next. Trixie approached me. “Get ready, darling. You’re next,” she reminded me. “Bethany Miller, 24,” the MC said, and I got more and more anxious.

But hearing those sounds stirred something painful inside me a deep sadness. At twenty-eight years old, I had never experienced intimacy with a man. I was still a virgin. I knew nothing about that world. And every time I heard Ana's soft moans and the desperate way Henry held her, I couldn't stop myself from wondering what it felt like. Based on Ana's reaction, it seemed like a feeling powerful enough to make someone forget all their worries, even if only for a moment.

Her commercials going on day and night on the TV and her posters everywhere you go. The youngest one was our dear Elle Hamilton,25 years of age with average looks. Brown hair, brown eyes, and light brown skin unlike the white pale of her siblings and parents. She was not soft-spoken like her sister, instead, you may call her a disrespectful brat if you get to have a bad encounter with her. But still, she was the sweetest of all, her heart was pure and she could do anything for those she loved. She wasn't as successful as her siblings and she did get to hear from relatives that she was a disgrace on the Hamilton's.

I said, walking away. “Hey! Wait up, Enzo!” Alpha John said from behind me, following me into the halls of the city hall. I paused and glared at him; I was very unamused that he was following me to harass me about my love life. “My daughter, Bethany, is back in town from her tour. She’s a singer and quite good. You might have heard her music on the radio.” Bethany Rochelle; of course, I had heard of her music. She admittedly had a nice voice and a lot of students around campus listened to her in the lounge. Her music isn’t to my taste, but I recognize that she has some serious talent.

Just like that all the attention was back on Ms Hamilton who was silently sobbing on a chair , when she felt our gazes she looked up and whispered “ I didn’t- you know I would never hurt her , she is my daughter . I love her “ she sniffed , her voice hoarse “ she- I just wanted her to be healthy , I didn’t know that it would backfire . I just -“ “ you just wanted what ?” Yelled Selina , her anger was no longer in control and I knew that if Seth wasn’t holding on to her , she would have slapped Ms Hamilton just as she punched Adriana “ you just wanted what from her ? What hasn’t she done for you ? You wanted her to be a straight A student , she did that . You wanted her to get a seat in the C

"You dead." Bethany nudged him with a firm smile. "Don't be scary. You don't look like a killer... Rather cute, thanks to your white hair." Xavier raised his brow and scoffed. Of course, killers do not have the title inscribed on their foreheads. They go about freely and live like ordinary persons, just like him. He heaved a sigh. "So tell me something about yourself, and then we can be even." Bethany bit her forefinger, wondering what she was to tell. "I'm an only child, who lost her mom to cancer at the age of ten." She shrugged, holding unto her toes on the couch.

We expect close to a thousand members in attendance. As we walk through the breezeway that attaches to the ceremony hall Amelie squeezes my hand. She has to walk in ahead of me and she was a little nervous doing so. Stopping for a minute I bend down to her eye level. “What’s wrong sweetheart?” I ask. “What if I make a mistake or I fall?” she asks. “Then you get right back up and keep going, Amelie. You won’t make a mistake, I promise. Colby will be waiting for you at the other end. You will be able to see him before you walk out, okay?” I tell her. Nodding her head she takes a deep breath, “Okay,” she says.

However, Matilda Sachs did not notice an intriguing smile flash across the corner of Janette Lawson's lips. "Brad Young, from the Young family in Sunset. It's my pleasure to meet President Matilda." "I'm Audrina Young. Hello, sister Matilda Sachs." Ivy Hawthorne became energetic immediately when she heard the voice. She trotted up to Audrina Young, and said excitedly, "Audrina, why didn't you tell me you are here in Bloomington?" "I pestered my brother for a long time before he agreed to bring me here. Why are you here in Bloomington too?"

Personally, I hate these events, but they are necessary and my mother LOVES hosting them. On my way downstairs, I stop by Bethany’s room. She’s standing in front of her floor-length mirror tugging on the elegant dress that makes her look older than she is. “Ugh! Why do I have to go to this?” she grumbles. “Because you are the daughter of Benedict and Beatrice Winslow and because you, my sister, are going to be a hot commodity when you come of age in a few years.” “Great. I’m like a fucking cow at auction,” she growls, yanking on the offending dress again, before turning away from the mirror.

Yelena’s eyes lit up. Her heart was pounding. “Dad, Zennie Hamerton… is the youngest heiress of the Hamertons, right? “Mm-hmm.” William said flatly, “I think she’s only 18 and has yet to go to university. She’s the youngest child of the Hamertons and Mr. Z’s favorite sister. If you can get the favor of that princess, to get her to say some good words about you to Mr. Z, there’s hope for you to marry him!”