Dear Mr Hamilton Book Novels & Stories

I laugh at the clever word play. "Can we go in there?" I plead. Jack looks to where I'm pointing, "Of course." He smiles at me. I smile super hard and stare at the adventure ahead of me. We walk in and I look at a ton of cooking books, dog calendars and more. There's a book there called, Dear Nobody. It's a true story about a girl named, Mary Rose, who has to deal with her drug addiction and boys. The book interests me. I show Jack. "Out of every book in this store, you choose the one about an addict?" Jack raises his eyebrows. I shrug.

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.

Harrington is sitting on his chair facing his back at me. “Good morning Mr. Harrington, My name is Cassandra Lei Tan and I am here to apply as your secretary” I said with confidence. Me. Harrington slowly turned his chair around. I couldn't believe it when I saw the man that I kissed yesterday, sitting right in front of me.

THE BOOK'S SECRET Maya's fingers trembled as she held the book, feeling the strange energy coursing through her veins. She looked up at Elara, her eyes searching for answers. "What do you mean, 'it's begun'?" Maya asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Elara's smile grew wider, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "The book has chosen you, Maya," she said, her voice low and mysterious. "You have been selected to unlock its secrets."

∆NO POV∆ "OH. MY. GOD." Pearl's eyes widened in shock when she refreshed the news feed. Ivory looked up from her sulking. "What now? What did you find out now?" Pearl turned her phone around, and showed the latest update to Ivory. "EXCLUSIVE: Mr. Alexander Kingston confirms his romance with a longtime lover! Tomorrow, they are to be engaged in London officially." Ivory’s stomach dropped. "Wait, what?!"

Mia scurried away as Sofia inched closer to him. “I want to know what it’s truly about” He whispered. “It’s about us. It’s about the story of us” Sofia whispered and her eyes dropped to the stand right behind him, across the lasciviously beautiful book cover and the name across it—A Deal With Mr Baron. Truly, this book was about their story. About two people so different that they could swear they weren’t for each other but fate has a real funny way of laughing in our faces. Even after so long, even after so much had changed.

I mumble. "Ah, well... Maybe at lunchtime. I'll give you more time, Miss Wester." He says. "No, sir..." "What's going on, Mina?" To call me directly by my name I perceive it as an attempt to narrow the distance that I have suddenly raised between the two. "I'm sorry, Mr. Hamilton, I don't think you can have me that easily." "Why?" He asks. Words come out with a burst of shame from my mouth. "I'm...virgin..."

This is supposedly a friendly date; I shouldn't be doing too much. Our heads turned towards the window when we heard the revving sound of a car. Ms. Miller's face lit up in excitement, while my heart started pounding as I suddenly felt nervous. “Mr. Liam is back!” she said. I hurriedly wore the flip-flops and walked closer to the window to take a peek at Vincent, but unfortunately, I couldn't see him from there. What's going on with me right now? Why am I nervous to see him? I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, reminding myself that it's just a friendly dinner and nothing serious.

​ITALIAN NIGHTS. ​Nathan's POV. The grand ballroom of the Roman villa was completely filled with the sound of classical music and the low chatter of international logistics executives, but even though we had successfully secured the preliminary signatures for the multi-billion dollar shipping contract earlier this afternoon, my attention was focused entirely on Emma as she stood near the terrace doors. She was wearing a stunning dark green gown that made her white hair stand out beautifully under the crystal chandeliers, but she had been holding the same untouched glass of champagne for the last hour, her eyes staring blankly at the garden lights while she completely ignored the Italian mini

Something was peeking out from the tight, dusty space right under the low edge of the bed. He bent down, reaching underneath the heavy mattress, and pulled out a single piece of heavy, premium paper. It was a card. Adrian flipped it over in his trembling hands, and his breath hitched completely in his throat. The elegant, sweeping handwriting was unmistakable. It was a card from Mr. Hudson, filled with words of love, regret, and a deep longing to connect with his children. It was exactly like his father had said—he had been writing cards and letters to them all these years.