Hamilton Pick Up Lines Novels & Stories

(He chuckled here. Mr. Hamilton: Why is that? She seems to be a workaholic. Floyd: Can you keep a secret? Mr. Hamilton: Yes... (He was looking very confused.) Floyd: Janet, you forgot the sugar. I left but stayed outside by the door. Floyd: You can't trust women to keep secrets, can you? (He laughed.) Well, I'm going to ask Charlotte to marry me. Mr. Hamilton: Oh. (He paused). Well, a congratulation is in order, isn't it? I... didn't know you were dating.

But she has to roll back for now. “I must’ve misheard then,” she nods. “Charlotte must’ve been happy that night.” “She was,” Lincoln smiles. He waits for Halsey to take a sip. She picks up her glass, her mind still repeating the words Jamie had said. Don’t drink. Why did a famous actress tell that to somebody like Halsey? Suddenly, Lincoln’s phone starts ringing. At that very moment, the music at the club became louder. “I’ll attend this!” He yells over the music. “I’ll be back!”

"Look, if you want to go waste money on the slots, be my guest, but I'm tired. Once I lay my head on the pillow, I'm not getting out." Huxley stands behind me, placing a kiss on the space between my collarbone and neck. "I want to put something in something but it's not a slot machine." I laugh, my head bobbing forward and accidentally pulling away from him. "That is the worst pick-up line I have ever heard in my entire life."

the ginger hair chided. “It is true though. They seem so close, and he is too hot of a man to resist. I would do worse if I am trapped in a room with him,” the lady in the red dress licked her lips. “As if he would want you,” the ginger hair countered. “Ouch. That hurt.” “Ivan Hamilton would never be with ordinary girls. That is a fact.” “It doesn't have to be sex though. They might be attracted to one another. Perhaps, compatible in understanding?”

Anna Hamilton stood outside the door of Bryan Dawson’s mansion. She rubbed her black-rimmed glasses while her other hand clutched tightly onto her phone. [Would you like to see your fiance’s true face? If so, come to his mansion.] The anonymous text message lied quietly in her phone, like a blooming iris—even though she knew it was poisonous, it still lured her in. Finally, she gathered enough courage to push open the door… The first thing she saw was a pair of high heels left unkempt in front of the door. Further in, she saw a lacy dress lying on the flight of stairs leading to the bedroom.

His tie hung loose, careless, as if rules bent for him. The air shifted. Conversations paused. Heads turned. Gasps and whispers spread through the hallway like wildfire. “Is that—” one scrub nurse whispered, clutching her colleague’s arm. “Oh my God, it’s him. Liam Hamilton. The heir.” “He’s even hotter in person, look at that jawline.” “And he’s only twenty-five.” Her steps faltered, lungs compressing. The name ricocheted through her skull. Hamilton. As in Hamilton Medical Group. As in Hamilton Medical City, the empire she worked under.

She told her walking straight forward to the restaurant to have some drink probably now. I made my way to the man, who is looking at the water. He is thinking, occupied by his thought's. Not seeing anywhere but except the blue water painted with orange colored light rays now. I came near to him, a 7 feet distance, he has sharp jaw, and I'm familiar with his jaw, he got a phone call so he turned right side and take out his phone. Now I had a clear view of his face. He is none other than Mr. Alexander Hamilton.

His comforting words scare me, as I fear it will only anger Hamilton further and put Kai in danger. "Stay quiet, Kai. Don't let him see you're awake," I whisper, leaning down to kiss his head instinctively. But, of course, our actions don't go unnoticed. "Aww, is the worthless boyfriend finally awake? Maybe I should get rid of him right now," Hamilton sneers. "No! Please, don't make a scene," I plead desperately. "You know, Stella, why can't you just love me the way you clearly love this insignificant piece of trash?" Hamilton yells, glancing back at us.

Then she ended the call. Calista sighed, wondering what her sister was talking about while she pressed on the message. “Have you seen this?” Frowning, Calista opened the link her sister had sent. As the page loaded, her stomach twisted in knots. The headline screamed at her, making her heart drop. ‘A FRIEND OR FOE? YOUNG MISS HAMILTON’S BEST FRIEND RELATIVELY TRYING TO SEDUCE HER FIANCÉ, MR. RANYA WINDSOR, WHILE ON A PLANE TO WASHINGTON.’

I opened my eyes to find him seated on his chair again, Damn control yourself girl! “Where should I ask the driver to pick you up from?” He asked. “54th Street, 75th Avenue, Manhattan. See you then!” I fluttered my eyelashes blushing as I walked out. Oh my God! It worked, I have a date with “The James Holttttt”