Dean Hamilton Novels & Stories

“How about your plan, are you still going to do it?” Liam asked, peering at Chico after the others left the room. He was becoming tired of Hamilton’s rule for the same reasons, especially not having enough blood. He felt angered by the lifeless man’s body that Hamilton brought in, hating that he would continue to drink the blood of the slaves whenever he wanted and not caring about them. He would not even let them have their own kill.

Hamilton pursed his lips and nodded blankly. Then, he took Chatty’s and Fischer’s hands. “No worries, it’s my job. Goodbye.” After that, Hamilton took two steps out and suddenly remembered something, so he looked back at Clayton. “By the way, I’m Hamilton Scott, Ms. Stanton’s assistant… Don’t misunderstand our relationship. I just came here through the back door for an internship. I’m not her boy toy!” Hamilton said this mainly because he was afraid that Clayton would think the same way as Eric.

"You’re a fan of Maestro Adagio?" Hamilton didn't look away from the road, but his voice was thick with sincerity. "I’ve been a follower for a long time. A die-hard, actually." I felt a heat crawl up my neck. Hearing a stranger praise my soul’s work while I was sitting right next to him was a disorienting experience. I coughed, searching for a reply, but then we hit a red light. Hamilton turned to face me. The glow of the dashboard caught the intensity in his eyes. "I used to be a fan of the Maestro's music," he said quietly. "But now, I’m a fan of the man behind it."

"I'm going to buy you a dress. You'll look stunning in red, I think." "I'll pay for it." "No." "Yes, I will." "I am perfectly able to provide for you." I scowled at him. "Fine. What is this event anyway?" "The Irish have a new consigliere. It is a kind of celebration." "Oh." He leaned in to kiss me. "It will be a good chance for you to make your first appearance as-" "As the Donna?" He chuckled deeply. "You won't be Donna until we're engaged." The car stopped with a halt in front of the central.

In the Hamilton group, Ida is following after her mentor and the President Hamilton's previous assistant, Hailey Jenson. Ida is replacing Hailey, who is in her late fifties. Working for Leo Hamilton is not an easy feat. He is very demanding and unforgiving. He wants things to be done with perfection and on time. He has his preferences in how he takes his food or drinks his coffee. Hailey was like President Hamilton's personal assistant. She used to take care of his everyday schedule, food and all of his personal stuff. President Hamilton has another assistant, Mike. He is in his late thirties and he mostly deals with scheduling meetings and appointments.

Compassion was weakness for those seeking power. Now, at war with Donovan, Harry felt invincible. If he could bring Donovan down, he would be potential candidate as P.O in his new fraternity. He would also be the new SUG President. How cool would that be? He laughed maniacally as Boma suffered in the backseat.

His words have both of us laughing so hard that for a moment I forget everything that is going on around us and it feels so good, so needed. "Warrior Robbie. How can I help you?" A strange voice brings my laughter to an immediate stop as a guy comes to stand in front of us. He's incredibly tall and muscular and looks like he could scare even the meanest of wolves. "Yes, Johnathan. Alpha Nicholas is in the gym. He has asked for some privacy but I would like you to guard the door while he's in there. There's too much shit going on right now for him to be left unguarded."

'There was a sudden deem lights, Phelan remembers someone, who was Don Carlton telling her to go lay down and rest. She tried to refuse, but he was too strong, and she was unable to stop him. It was so sudden that Don stood, watching Phelan in a distant approached her in a smile that shed some lights in the deem lights that came from the window. A meter from Phelan, Don put his hands on her shoulders, and then made an excuse and left.

Someone, braver than the rest, whispered shakily, “D-dean, who is he? Is he really just a professor?” The dean straightened slowly and turned to them, his face dark with something close to disgust. “He is Roman Sinclair,” he said firmly. “Second heir of the Sinclair family. And the major founder of this college.” The room exploded. “What?!” “Sinclair?!” “That Sinclair?!” Faces drained of color. Eyes widened in horror. The man on the floor looked like he’d just realized death had been standing in front of him the entire time. I ignored all of it. “I want him fired,” I said. “Effective immediately. Blacklist him everywhere. I don’t want him teaching in any institution ever again. And if anyone

James could not even begin to guess. Ronn said, “Jonathan’s leading Universal Hospital at the medical conference.” James asked, “Have you investigated everything about Universal Hospital?” “Yes.” Ronn nodded. “The registrar of Universal Hospital is someone named Lucas Hamilton. He’s a very mysterious person. Fifty years ago, he was known as the God of Medicine. Rumor has it he’s a genius with medicine and could perform miracles.” “Lucas Hamilton?” James frowned. Who was this Lucas Hamilton? Ronn continued, “So far we haven’t gotten any dirt on Lucas yet, but our intelligence tells us that after the Emperor appeared in Cansington, he has had close contact with Lucas.”