Dean Hamilton Novels & Stories

"Nothing really..." "Does your brother always rough you up like that?" Dean asked as he drove onto the road. His phone pinged and he glanced at it on the dash in the hands free cradle seeing it was a message from Hamish. He glanced in the rearview mirror and slowed, pulling over to the side of the road. Hamish drove his 4x4 up next to Dean's Dodge pickup and leaned across the seat to his passenger window, he was laughing. "That's the most amazing pick up of a girl I think I've ever seen, Dean, no wonder you're a legend."

“Delmont Hamilton. The ex-head of the Hamilton family.” “What!?” Finnick had some conflict with one of the Hamiltons, so he naturally knew who Delmont Hamilton was. “Isn’t he dead?” Kayson realized that the news of Delmont’s fake death was imprinted deeply in people’s hearts. Nobody suspected the death was a fake one, and that was thanks to Zachary’s cooperation. “He just faked his death.”

It felt wrong but he would not take anything from me. I headed to the kitchen and made a hot drink. The warmth settled me. My house was too busy for my liking. I offered Logan a drink which he gladly accepted. As we were drinking there was another knock at the door which was unexpected. I froze, gripping my hands against the counter. Logan disappeared and returned a few moments later with someone behind him. “Leah, this is Jack, he does security for us. Jack this is Leah.” Jack was shorter than Logan and a lot stockier. He was muscular and had a shaved head. He reminded me more of an army man than anything else. His arms were covered in tattoos, and his stance screamed military. He stepped f

“Are you leaving? We made plans today, remember?” Why are they reminding me of plans that we didn’t even make? I might be old but I’m not forgetful. “Plans?” I inquired calmly. Devin nodded, he was now standing close to us. The sleeves of his white button up shirt were folded up to his elbows over blue denim jeans and paired with dark blue loafers. “Yeah, we’re going with Sharon to see that house in the Hamptons.” Just the thought of having to be in a confined space with him and his… his… his thingy is making my insides clench. “Sorry, Knox and I are seeing that game.”

"Tomorrow, Klyde McMarrow plans on raining fire on Hamilton's house. And this time, he's not considering leaving a member alive." Hearing those made Rig stopped for a second. Absorbing what the man just said. "What did you just say?" He pardoned, cocking his head to the side, taking a straight and serious face. "Klyde McMarrow already planned on killing the Hamiltons and he failed too many times, what makes you think that he will succeed this time?" He added, taking a strong posture against the man.

The Clementine family had a high status in Sea City, but if Felicia could marry Samson, it would be the Clementine family's honor. "Mr. Hamilton, I heard that you’re facing some difficulties recently?" A man walked over from a corner with a wine glass. He seemed to have been staring at Cosmo for a long time, with a suggestive smile on the corner of his mouth, and there was a profound smile on his face. "Chairman Caesar." Cosmo's body stiffened. He frowned slightly and gave off an unfriendly aura. This man hounded him when he was still a trainee. Later, when he inherited Universal Movies, he no longer bothered him, but now that he knew he was in a difficult situation, what was up on his sleev

Joseph was almost as tall as I was, but more on the leaner side. "But I do know that you should be upstairs right now, comforting her after the traumatic experience." He made a serious face, but a grin threatened to appear from the corners of his mouth. "Okay, Dr love. Make yourself useful and find me a bodyguard that will accompany Isabella to her lectures." "I'll be on it, Boss." "Make it someone who will be able to fit in easily with the university crowd." "Any preference in terms of looks." This time a giggle escaped, and he tried to cover it with a cough.

She wasn’t supposed to smoke indoors, but who cared anymore? Across the street, a deli owner was yelling at a delivery guy double-parked in front of the hydrant. Just... normal people with normal problems. She needed this story. Devon Hamilton wasn’t just scandal-worthy—he was a Hamilton. Son of the man who practically kept half of Manhattan in motion. And then there was Damian Lawson, the son of another politician. Dead in a wreck, too fast, too suspicious, and just close enough to Devon to make her instincts twitch. Celeste blew out a trail of smoke and pulled out her phone. She opened her photos.

she shrugs and turns back to Nixon who takes the tree steps he'd taken up the stairs until he was back on the ground level then walked around her to my side. "Viviana Harper is really my mate" his tone is low sending chills in some uncertain way down my spine. Nixon takes me completely by surprise when he takes my hand in his, sending a wave of sparks and heat up my hand tell its spread through my whole body. I tighten my hold on his hand and give it to small squeezes and if to tell him I've got him and I don't even know what it is I'm trying to give him strength for.

I ran in as well, only to get stopped by Hunter as he got in front of me and dad. My eyes travelled around the room and I locked eyes with the man who would soon become the man of my dreams and the man in my nightmares. Austin Dechart.