Dean Hamilton Novels & Stories

I am going to have a very interesting academic year, and even though I may not be in the Cheerleading team, but I am interested in Damian Anderson. Call it lust, call it to crush or love at first sight. One thing is certain I know he is that fire that I will gladly burn-in.

“You didn’t kill her, Darius. You killed the man who brought you the message. You should have kept him alive, he did his job. If he did not bring you news, he would be dead, he brought news, and he is still dead. What game are you trying to play, brother?” “He is dead because he failed me,” I said simply. “The news he brought was insufficient.” Her breath hitched. “You can’t keep doing this. You are going to end up losing all of your men. And there are those that are loyal to you.” “I can do whatever I must,” I said, stepping closer. “He was supposed to bring Alaria back. Instead, he brings me news that Amelia is lying in the ground Liam owns. That’s failure. And to make matters more amusing

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

The dean and several administrators hurried over. Mr. Fuller followed behind them and pointed at me. "Dean, it's him. Noah Hamilton. He's selfish in normal life, and now he's done something this deranged." The dean looked at the chaotic hall, his face dark. "Mr. Hamilton, you are a disgrace to this college. I am officially canceling your outstanding graduate honor and recommending expulsion." Caleb choked out, "Dean, expulsion isn't enough. He ruined my future. I want him to kneel and apologize to me in front of the whole school."

I could hear Blake muttering ‘show off’ to Alana who shushed him, and despite the clench I felt in my chest, I kept my eyes on the professor who called me, waiting for what she wanted to tell me. “I wanted to inform you before you got the results of your exams and Principle William has something to tell you. You will be awarded as the honor student of this semester. So far, you are the only student who has straight full marks, and if this remains, we would be more than happy to offer a full scholarship for you to get your master’s degree. Principle William is going to announce it later this week during the event that we would be having, and he wanted your husband and family to be there to ce

His tie hung loose, careless, as if rules bent for him. The air shifted. Conversations paused. Heads turned. Gasps and whispers spread through the hallway like wildfire. “Is that—” one scrub nurse whispered, clutching her colleague’s arm. “Oh my God, it’s him. Liam Hamilton. The heir.” “He’s even hotter in person, look at that jawline.” “And he’s only twenty-five.” Her steps faltered, lungs compressing. The name ricocheted through her skull. Hamilton. As in Hamilton Medical Group. As in Hamilton Medical City, the empire she worked under.

“I want him dead, Damon.” “And he's going to take his last breath, one way or the other. Very soon, he's going to take his last breath. And if he thinks that he's going to be able to get away with it, then he is very wrong.” He said softly. “For now, I'm just going to need you to regather restaurant. I am going to need you to be able to stand because what you are doing is just going to weaken you.” His thumb brushed a tear from my cheek.

She was about to go find the professor for an explanation when she suddenly received a call asking her to come to the dean's office. Diana immediately went to the teaching building. As soon as she walked into the office, she saw the dean of the music department sitting inside, along with several professors who had assessed her that day. "Dean, why is there no grade for my major course?" Diana couldn't help but ask as soon as she walked in. "Ms. Thompson, come and have a seat first." The dean was a man in his fifties with silver hair combed back, giving him an especially artistic look. He had previously been a professor at a well-known music university and was specially hired here.

She grinned excitedly, and I nodded my head. "You just read my mind. I need to watch something that will clear my mind right now." She nodded her head and we started watching the show. "Dean has to be by far my favorite character in the show..." I folded my arms and placed it behind my neck. "Oh, no you didn't. Both characters are lovable in their own way. Sam is the cute and nerdy moose and Dean is the dangerous hottie," Heoena claimed. I rolled my eyes. "I'm going to completely place my jealousy away because these are fictional characters. But your statement is true. They do a swell job with playing their characters."

Damien turned from the man and grunted, "Welcome." ******* His mind wasn't particularly present as he walked the hallways of the hospital. He had quite a lot to do. Planning the ceremony, deciding who was expected and what ruling families were to be invited...he scowled just thinking about the work he had to do when he got back. The work he was putting off to see her and spend time with her. Not...putting off. More like running away from to get a moment of reprieve. He'd had a damn long day.