Hamilton Pick Up Lines Novels & Stories

She chuckles, "Silly! Let's go before you change your mind and decide to just stay here instead." I would've done that if she didn't pull me already. "What did Hamilton say?" I asked her while driving. "He whined, of course. He said why do we have to party the exact day he's not here with us," she chuckled. I laughed as well. I can practically hear Hamilton's whines inside my head. "Let's take a picture at the club and send it to our group chat," I said. Avianna grinned, "You're so evil, but sure!"

He gestured to the seat opposite him, “You and I need to talk.” “Yes, we do.” Lincoln agreed, then tossed the papers on his desk. “And that's business. Let's talk about business.” “You know, that day, you humiliated me… beyond measure.” “Play stupid games, win stupid prizes,” Lincoln stated, coldly, “You're lucky I didn't rat you out to a news company. Now add the clause you want to add, let me leave.” “What about that guy? Your knight in shining armor?” Hamilton asked, leaning back on his seat. “The one that came and saved you, does he still fuck you?”

“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!”

and he walked to the bathroom. After finishing my hair, I came downstairs and looked at Henry. I called out for him and asked him about the dress I'm wearing. He told me that he liked it and said, "Mr Hamilton is visiting his family after a long time so please take care of him. Moreover, the past meeting was not pleasant." I nodded to his words and took a seat on the couch and waited for Mr Hamilton. Mr Hamilton came down in a tux and asked, "Are you ready? Shall we leave?"

“We could do that.” “I love it when they’re so confident.” I shook my head, taking a deep breath in a bid to regain my bearings. And to think that was the dumbest pick-up line I’d ever heard. He wiggled the five hundred dollar bill in front of my eyes. “Um, hello? I’m not playing.” “Fine,” I groaned, snatching the five hundred dollars from his hand. “I will bet five hundred dollars on not getting your disgusting cock anywhere near me tonight.”

he said with a soft smile touching and caressing my cheek as our audience made way towards the front entrance of the bar " All you have to do is to say yes " " I can't and I won't be yours " " Why ?" " because I hate you " " Suit yourself " he murmured taking a step back his tone flat as his gaze deepened with some restraint " I will see you tomorrow , Hamilton . Make sure to think about my offer though, I can make you the Queen of our high school , bring you in every one's good graces - if I were you I won't say no to such an offer " he added with a wink as he slid inside his car and pulled the door shut .

With the latest contact being "New Rebound" Finn's expression darkened as he shakily clicked on the messages sent to "New Rebound". "Mr. Hamilton, I can't sleep and plan to head to a bar for a drink. Would you be interested in joining me?" "Mr. Hamilton, I seem to be drunk. I can't go back like this so can I stay at your place?" "Mr. Hamilton, you truly are one special man, you make my heart flutter. I suddenly really want to see you, are you asleep?"

Like he hadn't threatened Matthias an hour ago. "Mister Dante, that's ridiculous. I'm not sure if that's even possible," Hamilton chuckled. "Oh, you should try it. Just don't let the lady see. They scream bloody murder and run like horses," Dante whispered as if he was speaking about something scandalous. A frown crossed Matthias' face. He didn't understand what they were talking about. But whatever it was, it made Hamilton smile. Hamilton hardly smiled or laughed. The old man was immune to those as he once told Matthias that many people tried to get into his good books so as to get into Matthias' bed or bank.

"Lanka, seriously... do I really not look familiar to you at all?" I spun around, genuine confusion on my face. "Have we met before the other night?" Hamilton facepalmed, a low groan escaping him. "Forget it. Just... call me if you need a hand with anything." He gave me a two-finger salute, slid into his car, and shouted over the engine, "I’ll do my best! Goodnight!" I stood there for a moment, wondering what "doing his best" was supposed to mean. Was it a threat? A promise?

Barnett's words, she was more relieved. "What happened? Why wasn't it Marilyn? Where was Marilyn?" Sandy was puzzled. She wondered, "Did Mr. Hamilton get tired of her in the first half of the night and want another in the second half? It was possible for that stinky man." "That's normal. He should have had other partners send a woman over." Sandy found a way to convince herself, and it was the only possible reason. Mike nodded, "That's true. Mr. Hamilton can do such a thing. Ms. Chambers, I'll leave first. I'll wait for your call tonight."