Did Angelica Love Hamilton Novels & Stories

Angelica lowered her head and walked away. "Good riddance," Draca hissed as she walked away. Never in my wildest dream did I hope to see Draca hating a woman. Draca was the type of person who loves women so much and I never imagined that he would grow to hate Angelica. " How is she becoming Queen when Danielle seems like the perfect idea for that position?" "Ask yourself that question Draca as I am in no mood to answer you, "I told him and that seems to shut him up.

Hamilton greeted back and placed the tray on the nightstand. “Mr. King..” “Has left already..I know..He had some commitments so…,” Angela completed the sentence with a fake smile. It was the record, he wouldn’t stay a minute in the house after finishing the job. That was the norm and she wasn’t surprised even a bit. Mrs. Hamilton gave her a sad smile feeling bad for the little girl.

“Are you sure about this, Angelica? You know how much your brother hates it when we make such decisions—” “But who knows? Maybe, he’ll find true love!” Angelica squealed after cutting off her mother mid-sentence which Christine doesn’t seem to mind. “I’m going to get it ready!” Angelica spoke once again before hastily standing back onto her feet with excitement and rushed over to her Father’s study for who knows what business she’ll do.

Angelica suddenly asked and Kim rolled her eyes. She had had enough. "I don't think any of that concerns you!" She told her bluntly and the look on Angelica's face changed. She was actually the senator's daughter and Lance was her cousin. Alfred and her dated for a while before they split up. Well she was part of the girls he used and dumped. But Angelica was sure that it was not a love Marriage. She remembered his words clearly to her some months again. "I don't do love. I don't fall in love. I just use and dump cheap ladies who give themselves willingly to me. I don't take shit.."

"You don't have to pity me, Robin. Besides, Mattias and I were never together to begin with. Not truly, anyway." Wait, what? But Camille said... At the look of shock on my face, Angelica smiled. It seemed strained. "We kissed once and that was truly a whole lifetime ago by now, we both are not the same people. Besides, a goddess' decision is hardly ever overturned. I knew better. So, turn around now and let me do your hair." Staring at her barely composed expression was beginning to give me a headache, so without any further objections, I carefully turned around. It was awkward as she ran her fingers through my hair, her slender digits set to braiding it in intricate patterns.

Maisy started. Amelia crossed her arms as she remembers what had happened at the hospital. “Hmph! That Damian, I swear I’ll get back at him one day!” she loudly exclaimed as she grits her teeth out of irritation and anger. “M-Madam?!” Helga said, not used the Amelia being so infuriated. ‘Did the master do something?’ she asked in her mind as she glances at Maisy who happened to be also looking at her with the same concerned face.

he stated. Angelica shook her head quickly. "I didn't mean to. I was about to shake Mrs. Harper's hand, but my shawl caught her champagne bottle." After pinching the bridge of his nose, Draco said, "Mr. Harper, please forgive Angelica. She is indeed reckless and stubborn. From now on, I promise she will not approach you again. Now please excuse us."

Angel was a kind of drug. ‘Alright, maybe it is…’ He stilled for a second, caught in a deep thought. ‘It’s an obsession.’ Angel was… delicious, yes, but it wasn't just about the physical pleasure. It was about need. A desperate, all consuming need to ground himself back to reality. Angel’s presence was warm. Real. His—and nobody else’s. To mark him. Bind him. Own him in ways no one else ever could. But was that really it? Was that… love?

“I need more than your hate, sweetheart.” My voice echoed. Angelique would come if the kingdom believed their king was fragile. And when she came, I’d be damned to let her go.

His soft lips devour mine, every stroke of his tongue leaving me breathless and shaking like a desperate little slut. When the kisses end, I look up into his eyes and rest my hand on his chest. “Do you hate me?” I ask, and he arches a brow. “Hate? Come on, Angel. I wouldn’t marry you if I hated you.” I bite my lower lip, uncertain. “I’m worried that you will regret helping me or getting involved. Hayden is not a good person, and I worry—” He chuckles softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners.