Hamilton Fanfiction Novelas e Histórias

I could hear the faint trace of playful disappointment in his tone. “Don't mind Halle, dear. I'm sure you're fabulous. If she had perhaps chosen an easier course like marketing or advertising, the way Mom and I suggested, I feel like she wouldn't constantly be struggling with the rigorous requirements of computer science,” Alix chimed in smoothly, feeding a massive chunk of spinach straight into Mr. Damon's mouth. I could feel her eyes boring a hole into the top of my head. Slowly, I raised my gaze, locking eyes with Mr. Damon. His head shook almost imperceptibly, his eyes focused entirely on me as if wordlessly begging me not to take the bait.

She watches the gossip blog's followers multiply. She realize the story is about to become far bigger than she intended. She immediately calls the journalist to slow things down. "I need more time." "Sweetheart, this story doesn't wait for anyone's conscience." The journalist replied sharply. **** Virginia meets privately with someone in the shadows of a parking garage. Harold, still working, despite Nelson believing him gone. "The transfer failed," Harold says. He hesitated. "The boy is protected now." Virginia started pacing. Then stop to look at him.

Amelia moved the phone away a bit. When Brandon stopped, she smiled and said, "Mr. Hamilton, if you care so much about Hannah, why don't you go after her yourself? You're always trying to match her up with your best friend. Aren't you jealous of watching them together every day? "I don't understand. You obviously care for her. Why do you have to act so casual about it? I've told you that Liam is mine, and no one can take him away from me! If your idol wants him, let her come to me. Why do you have to do it for her?"

'Let's make this a new start,' he murmured. 'Yes,' she agreed, her heart swelling with the same need to get it right this time. 'I love you, too, Collins . That's a good place to start.' They kissed. And the connection between them went soul-deep. There...in a garden full or roses. ------ Jasmine slowly knocked on Favour and Leonard's door and patiently waited for it to be open. She was happy. She was with the man she loved and she was engaged to him, but her joy couldn't be complete until she talked to her sister.

I held Mr Hamilton's hand and walked together with them. I saw them pointing to a ferris wheel. Mr Hamilton turned towards me and asked, "Want to go for a ride on that?" "Sure. Let's do it." Even though the marriage was unexpected, I didn't regret it. At least I had him. I couldn't be happier anymore. [END OF THE STORY] (THE END)

she confirmed, “and that you are about to become a full-time window spy. Congratulations.” I gasped. “I am not spying on him!” “Yet.” I groaned, pressing my forehead against the cold glass. “Why do I feel so weirdly happy about this?” “Because you’re still hopelessly in love with that man, despite my ongoing efforts to drag you out of his gravitational pull.” Laurette cackled. "Oh my God, this is fate!" I groaned. "Don’t start.” "Are you kidding? This is the universe giving you front-row seats to that man’s life. Tell me, what’s happening over there? Is he shirtless? Towel around his waist? Fresh out of the shower?"

Roxanne's POV The door opened and the music hit first, then the heat, then the eyes. Every single one of them. The conversation near the entrance didn't stop immediately, it stuttered, like a record skipping, and then the whispers started moving through the room in a wave I could physically track from face to face. Is that Roxanne Sinclair?" "No fucking way." "Since when does Blackwood date Omegas?" "Holy shit, she's actually hot!" I kept my chin up. Tyson's hand sat flat against the small of my back, warm and steady, and I felt him lean slightly closer without breaking step.

I scroll down further. Then stop. Everything stops. The whole world stops. The headline reads, Miles Hamilton Engaged.

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.”