Hamilton Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I was afraid it would make Hamilton angrier, and Kai could get hurt. “Be quiet, Kai, don’t let him see you awake.” I whisper back to him and lean down to kiss the top of his head, because I can’t help myself. But of course, it didn’t go without being noticed. “Awe, is the waddle boyfriend awake? Maybe I should get rid of him right now. Hamilton sneers.” “NO! please don’t I cry out.” “You know Stella, why can’t you just love me back the way you obviously love this low life piece of shit right here!” Hamilton yells, looking back at us.

I was shaking with anger. Hamilton grew restless, moving restlessly. I rubbed my hand over my face. “If you’re going to keep ignoring me forever, then just give me a divorce. I’ll return the money. We can pretend this never happened.” “Never.” His voice was cold and firm. “You can have many things, Flower Girl, but not a divorce.” “Oh yeah? I’ll tell Sandy, Annabelle, and Henry. I bet they’d love to hear what you dragged me into.” “Go ahead.” He kicked his horse to speed up. “Let’s see how much they can actually do. I promise—it’s nothing.”

Hamilton said, cutting through my train of thoughts. What the hell, did he just read my thoughts? That's impossible, coming back to my sense, I couldn't help but glare at him "Yeah, whatever." I replied. As I lay down on the bed, my mind raced with conflicting emotions. Part of me wanted to believe that Hamilton was capable of redemption, but another part refused to trust him. As these thoughts followed each other in my head, I drifted into another bout of sleep.

Princess Sasha turned on the music, playing 'Running up that hill (a deal with God)' by Kate Bush. Alice clearly remembered the song from Stranger Things 4. It was the theme song. After which, she had fallen in love with the beatings of the song and the lyrics. In truth, if she could make a deal with God, she'll get him to swap her places with Princess Sasha even if it were to be for a day. That way, she could feel what she, her brother and their people were putting she and her twin through. The rest of the drive to wherever Princess Sasha wanted to train was quiet. Alice took that time to think back about what had happened the previous night between she and her mate. She had to stop referri

Hamilton says, taking up his wife’s other side and grabbing her hand. “I’m not so fragile.” Naomi counters with a smile. “You don’t have to worry about me.” “Nonsense.” Remaining silent, I watch the two together and can’t help but see Rosco in Hamilton. Even if he insisted he was nothing like his father, his devotion to the one he loved was the same. I guess the apple didn’t fall far from the tree. “Since you’re awake, we should get going.” Hamilton announces. “I’ve stayed away from Crystal Fang long enough.”

He reached out a hand to me. "Let me introduce myself properly. I'm Hamilton Madden. I'm twenty, single since the dawn of time, six-foot-two, and I weigh..." I laughed, waving him off. "You don't need the stats, Hamilton." Hamilton raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Actually, I do. I’m your blind date, after all. I even wrote a script to make sure I made a good impression." I was speechless. I thought Carllo’s talk of setting me up was just a joke. I hadn't expected the little guy to actually recruit a tutor's relative.

“Apart from Ms. Hamilton, any of the Hamiltons who hold this fragment for more than three seconds will pass out.” “If the Feng Shui plate was still whole, any Hamilton who touched it for three seconds will immediately die.” Harvey said grimly, looking solemn. Scarlett spat, “Nonsense! What a joke!” Zina curled her lips, scornful. “Harvey, it’s alright to use these words to deceive a three-year-old kid. But we’re the Hamiltons! You must be dreaming!” Denver leapt out at this moment and echoed after Zina, “I don’t believe it. I want to see if I’ll pass out. Forget three seconds, I’ll hold it for three minutes!”

“You’re on Hamilton land in about thirty seconds, Freya. I need you to understand that before we get there, because I have a feeling you’re not going to love how my father reacts to finding an Ashford unconscious in his front hall.” Hamilton land. My stomach dropped even through the fog still clouding my head. Hamilton was the pack every Ashford story I’d grown up with painted as the enemy, old blood between the two territories going back longer than I’d been alive, a rivalry my father had never once let any of us forget. “No,” I said, trying to push against his chest, finding I had almost no strength to do it with. “No, take me back. Anywhere but there.”

The edit she sent was of Aunt Sarah one of my favorite characters on the show being as iconic as always which immediately brought us into talking about favorite characters effortlessly stopping head from obsessing over Cassian. By the end of the week, I still hadn’t heard back from Cassian, which both bothered and frustrated me. Despite this, I resolved not to let it consume my thoughts. Meanwhile, Hailee and I had lunch together twice, solidifying our new friendship. I was preparing to head to the Hamptons for the weekend with my family. Late Friday night, a helicopter arrived to pick up my dad and me. My mother had left earlier, as she often does, to start preparing for the elaborate, lavi

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.