Hamilton Pickup Lines Novels & Stories

I said and went back to my phone. "So how did you and Xavier meet?" he asked taking a seat next to me. That's your best pickup line?...so lame "Oh we met through our parents" I answered and went back to my phone. "Okay so tell me about yourself," he said. ugh, can't this guy take the hint that I'm not into him. "Well I grew up with my parents and they provide everything I ask for me, "I said with a fake smile. "wow you must be really lucky t-"my phone started ringing which cut him off. Thank God.

“Thank you.” “Are you okay? That was quite some fall.” He says. “I’m fine, shall we go eat now.” I say. I feel so embarrassed, wow, such a great start to the evening. “Hannah, you look beautiful.” Max say. “Huh. I know.” She says. I kick Hannah from under the table. “Umm thanks Max.” She says. “So do you, Carolina. You look good.” Gabriel says. Good? Do I look good? I mean, a better pickup line would be nice. Well, at least heating the sound of a better compliment would make the evening a little nicer.

"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?

You might want to dial it back a little bit because I'm already obssessed. I was so red from blushing and I look like an idiot trying to keep my calm composure while I'm internally screaming and I'm fighting the urge to smile. He gently hold my cheeks, "It really works, huh? Damon's cheesy pick up lines to make you look cuter." That's unfair, that's a double kill from Dylan.

Hamilton told Chico gesturing for him to go ahead with some other of his men who had stopped to see what was going on between him and Monalisa. Hamilton peered from Monalisa’s head to her toes, checking her out again especially after what she just displayed with Chico. He let out a smirk at the corner of his lips as he found her more appealing and decided to do something worth more with her instead of what he normally does with girls like her. “Chico,” Hamilton called after Chico who was walking away from him. “Yes boss,” Chico replied, turning his gaze on Hamilton again, anger still written all over his face.

“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.”

Give me a ring tonight and we’ll arrange a talking lunch. From his inside pocket he took a pen. On the pad on her desk he scrawled ‘Hamilton’ and a phone number. ‘I’ll be in between seven and eight.’ Temporarily deprived of the power of speech, she gaped at him. He tucked the pen back in his pocket. ‘Till tonight, Claudia.* That was enough to restore her vocal cords. ‘I don’t recall giving you my name!* Already halfway to the door, he turned his head just enough for her to see an infuriating flicker at the corner of his mouth. Tm psychic.*

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!”

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.

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.