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."

A week before proposal- "Mr. Hamilton may I have a couple of minutes of your time please?" I stepped into the Hamilton home just like I normally do with my Mom and Dad's home. I walked straight through the door, hugged Mrs Hamilton, got a lecture for calling her Mrs Hamilton and not Jo or Joanna and then asked where Mr Hamilton was. "Yes lad what's up?"

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?”

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.

“What makes you think that I want you to sit with me. And in any case, I am waiting for somebody.” “Well, then I must come to sit with you.” “I don’t know if you are deaf, but I said I am waiting for something, so unless you are Mr. Hamilton, I am not interested in you.” I hear as he bursts out with such a burst of deep laughter from his chest; I swear it turns my knees week. “Well, lucky for you then, I am Mr. Hamilton.” “Sorry to burst that bubble, but the Mr. Hamilton I am meeting is much older than you.”

She felt nauseous, dizzy. "What do you want? How, how do you know all this?" She shivered when he came closer. His hair was dripping wet. Gentle hair that tumbled in such rich autumnal hues. It was kind of a restful visual poetry that impacted her soul. His blue eyes hovered over her body and at last rested on her face. "I'm Alexander Hamilton. I know everything. And I take what I want." His hoarse whisper chilled her spine, "What do you want, Mr. Hamilton?"

My parents were also present in the party and busy talking to their circle. I felt out of the place because there were only people whom I personally didn’t like but they were Fisher family’s friends. I hoped Olivia wouldn’t get a wind of my presence in the party. A text notification popped up on my phone’s screen and it caught my attention because it was from an unknown number. Only the closest people had my phone number. I opened the text and my heartbeats quickened when I saw a text from Olivia. “Mr. Hamilton, if you are free tomorrow, come to the Royal Café at 4:00 PM. I need to discuss something important.”