Dear Mr Hamilton Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Please leave, ma’am. Mr. Hamilton doesn’t like to be disturbed.” I shot an eyebrow up. “Why? Is he with his mistress?” His lips completely curved into a playful smirk. “Yes, ma’am. He strictly told me to not let anyone disturb them. If I were you, ma’am, I'd just leave. You’ll just hurt yourself.” I laughed sarcastically. I saw how his forehead creased. He was used to me being obedient and he didn’t expect me to act like that. Well, I’m not gonna do the same mistake I did before.

Seraphine responded. °°° A man sat inside a dark room. The only source of lighting was the candle on his table. It set an orange glow on the man's face and the letters in his hand. The first letter said, "Dear Hamilton, Although the time we knew each other wasn't this big, I am sure we have a deep friendship, brotherhood between us. You are the only one I can trust, mate. You must have gotten wind on the terrible situation I landed myself in, and at this state, there is no one I can turn to other than you, my buddy.

Such a puppy, His finger slid across her face, smoothly. "I have told you times before. If you cooperate obediently nothing bad will happen. Especially your parents will be treated nicely that if you still love them" Bianca clenched her fist, beating it against her dress. Mr Alexander Hamilton is a devil! He never cares about people feeling but only himself! She can't believe she once had a crush on him, she just can't believe she had once admired this man in front. His anti - fans all over the media, who were dying for him, are all blind! not knowing he was a beast in the inside. He had a good reputation in the public, but inside his life, he is evil!

Miller agreed happily. However, Mr. Hamlin was displeased. “You stingy old man. You never let me see those books no matter how much I ask. But with Miss Green, you’re suddenly so generous?”

Enoch opened his laptop and drafted the cover email for her employment letter; keeping it precise, he wrote till the bottom of it and added, I can't wait to see you, my dearest cousin. He left them on purpose, wanting her to read them and remember their incomplete conversation. He sent it. Then he closed the laptop and spent the rest of the ruminating on her drunk call. Suffice to say, he did not sleep a wink.

“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.

"Come. Show them who the only Prescott daughter is." Niana stepped out, her legs feeling like lead. They descended to the main living room, which looked out over the shimmering lights of Manhattan. To her, this room was no longer a home; it was an execution chamber. There, Arthur Miller was sipping whiskey with the family lawyer. And in the corner by the window, his back to the room, stood a man with broad shoulders clad in a perfectly tailored dark suit. When the man turned around, Niana’s heart skipped a beat.

Time freezes as Declan's words hang in the air. Henry's hand is still wrapped around mine, warm and steady, while Declan's face twists with something between rage and triumph. "You know her?" Henry asks, looking between us. "Oh, I know her alright." Declan's laugh is cruel. "She's the barmaid who slapped me. Not Hattie Everett." Henry's hand goes slack in mine. The loss of his touch shouldn't hurt, but it does.

Jasmine’s POV The rain had slowed down, and the thunder was not so loud anymore. I was still in the living room, curled on the couch with my favorite blanket and a fantasy romance book in my hands. The title was Zodiac Academy. I had just gotten to the part where everything was getting heated — The Ruthless Boys of the Zodiac — and I couldn’t put it down. I was fully inside that world, far away from the thunder outside or the weird tension in this house.

Emily did not get the joke. "Oh, dear!" Mrs. Hamiton cooed after the laughter had died down. "You don't have to feel embarrassed about missing your man." She glanced at her husband. "You see this man right here? There was a time I couldn't sit at public events without having him by my side." "Really?" Emily said, indulging her. "Of course!" Mr. Hamilton joined in. "You're allowed to miss your man. There's no shame in that." "Yes, darling. You know, it thrills me to see young people like yourself in love." She blushed. "It makes me remember my early years with my husband."