Novel & Cerita Dear Mr Hamilton Book

Pack members roam freely, there's no rumor about an upcoming war to wipe us all out, and this sudden peace makes me start to wonder what the vampire king is up to. I'm sitting in my office, flipping through files when Hudson hurries into my office with an envelope from the vampire king. I can tell from the seal and the creepy design. “I can't believe this,” he says, voice filled with disbelief, and I realize he's read the letter. I frown. “Hudson.” “I'm sorry,” he whispers quickly, “I was just eager. I thought he was finally ready to start the war but it's something else entirely.” Rather than reading it, I place it on the table. “What?”

ROSY The deadly glare I shot at Mr. Hamilton’s secretary made the raven-haired young man slam his mouth shut. I flounced my way to Mr. Hamilton’s office, roughly pushing the man out of my way when I got to the closed door. Mr. Hamilton looked up from the files before him and furrowed his brows on seeing me fume in front of him. “What are you doing here?” He asked. I scoffed and slumped into the chair, combing my disheveled hair with my fingers.

Hyde nodded, "Don't be so protective, says the person who materialized out of thin air when Amy was interrupted." Jeremy was speechless. The new song, My Dearest Delusion, was the story of a girl who ran away from her wedding after becoming disillusioned with love, stumbled through her escape, and unexpectedly found her true love along the way. Amy prepared a beautiful, intricately-woven wedding dress, and a pair of white high-heels that were especially suited for running away from weddings.

Emily's POV; I came to Mr Hamilton's house and rushed to the room. I dropped on the bed and started crying. I thought everything was over when I stepped out of the orphanage but it turned out just worse when Colton came back alive. I don't want Mr Hamilton to know about my past. I don't want to ruin the life I'm having now. even if it's for two years. Why does my life is so fucked up? I stuffed my face into the pillow and cried like a baby. When I heard someone knocking on the door, I wiped away the tears and got up. I didn't know who it could be but I hoped it wasn't Mr Hamilton. But I was wrong. It was Mr Hamilton who was standing in front of me. What is he doing here? He's supposed to be

"This is a gift given by Mr. Mann. Thank you for taking care of Ms. Mitchell these days!" Elliot said goodbye to Master and Mr. White!

What in the world was happening here? The same fiery tiger that was roaring, bearing her claws had transformed into a puppy in a few seconds. No, no it was just a misunderstanding" Mrs Hamilton spoke up frantically. Every influential person knew Secretary represented Young master Aiden. Secretary Marcus, what brought you all the way here, you could have simply sent for me" said the bootlicker whilst prostrating respectfully to greet the secretary. Pay no heed to the young lady, we were just having a pep talk nothing serious.

In fact, I knew he did to make me feel exactly that. I dismissed the help with a wave of my hand and leaned back on my chair, taking in the silent whisper of the help in the kitchen and the soft chatter of the people in the great room. Two more days, I tell myself. Two more days until I become a De Marchi. That would be a mouthful. But one I need to get used to quickly.

I mutter. “They’re worse,” Ian replies without hesitation, and I shoot him a look. “My family is a mad house. Why do you think I settled in the United States?” Just as I’m about to respond, a sudden hush ripples through the room. The atmosphere shifts. Even the music feels quieter. A path opens in the crowd as a man steps forward. He looks older with grey hair dressed elegantly in a tailored charcoal suit, his presence so commanding it feels like gravity bends toward him.

Sienna’s footsteps echoed softly as she approached the building, the heavy door creaking as she pushed it open. Inside, the stale smell of dust and forgotten memories filled the air. She called out softly, “Evelyn?” No answer. The silence was thick, almost suffocating. The apartment was a chaotic snapshot of a life abruptly abandoned. Papers littered the floor, drawers yanked open and left ajar. Sienna’s eyes caught sight of a notebook on the cluttered desk, its pages covered in frantic handwriting. One phrase was underlined repeatedly: “They are closer than you think.”

Stricken-looking, Thea gasps a sharp, wet breath, and then turns and runs. Garnar shoots me a dagger-edged glare, though he makes no moves to follow and comfort his date. He truly has no idea how to properly treat a woman. Not his wife, nor his mistress. As the whispers die down or turn to other thinks, I once more thank Senator Hamilton for his kind words. “Thank you for recognizing the details,” I tell him. He smiles kindly. “Only a truly thoughtful person would make such an effort. This is something I will remember. As will my son.” Senator Hamilton motions to nearby Miles, who, with his arms crossed, appears somewhat bored now.