Hamilton X Burr Novels & Stories

The curtain slaughtered in a sudden gust of wind, and the kitchen was empty once more. Cat stood in the silence, her arms throbbing. She looked at the card on the table. It was heavy cream - colored Vellum. On it was an embossed crest - a Surveyors transit crossing a sword. Underneath, an elegant, archaic script, was a single phone number in the words: I am watching over the borders.

Deputy Captain of the Criminal Investigation Division, Alden Eastman, closed the report and clenched his jaw. He couldn't manage to hold back his fury as he muttered, "Damn bastards… These savage rogues! They might as well be demons straight out of hell!" Dad stood nearby, his expression unreadable. After years on the force, nothing rattled him anymore. "The first step is to track down the killer and identify the victim as soon as possible," he said calmly. Alden was about to nod when something caught his eye—a tiny fragment of pink chain snagged on Dad's cuff.

“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!”

She didn't dare say another word. Mike stepped toward me again, reaching for my hand, but I shoved him back. In the scuffle, something slipped from my pocket and fell to the ground. A death certificate. Mike bent down to pick it up, but I snatched it before he could. Still, he had already seen it. The light in his eyes went out. His knees buckled, and he collapsed onto the floor. His breath came in ragged gasps, his eyes growing red—until, finally, his tears broke free.

" She took out a document and displayed it in front of the cameras. "But you can't escape this one. "These are the records of you and Hannah bribing the doctor. "Jason was indeed going through IVF with Hannah, but you used your own sperm to replace Jason's." Then she took out another document. "And this. "A massive accidental death insurance policy. The insured is Jason Cole, and the beneficiary is Hannah Hayes." I then played an audio recording. Hannah's voice came out.

The more Lestari pondered, the more her resentment festered, igniting fury that paid no heed to the attempts at restraint. There stood Lee, Farhan's aide, called in post-work hours by an abrupt summons, now silently observing the commotion at the hospital's entrance, her outburst scattering debris like confetti.

"What?" "There's no reason for you to stall for time. With rumors swirling outside, delaying this won't benefit either Fulton Group or Futurelink, or even yourself. Why are you stalling?" Dexter asked. Suddenly, Dexter understood what was happening. "Is something else going to happen?" The smile in Xander's eyes gradually disappeared. "Mr. Hamilton, I'm tired. I request to rest." … Hazel arrived at Amirate. "What did you say? Ms. Lewis isn't here?"

My bruising knuckles ache, but I don’t stop. Pain is better than silence. I can’t seem to breathe deeply enough. It's as if something’s pressing on my chest, invisible and heavy. Father says a Beta’s heir must be forged, not raised. I was taught to strike, to track, to endure. And I do—every day. But tonight, I’m breaking. I pivot and deliver a high kick that sends a crack up the tree trunk. Splinters flake off like snow. The ache in my chest tightens, not from exhaustion, but fury. Why now? Why this?

The light that shone into the coffin blinded me. Hudson's handsome, yet slightly sullen expression appeared in front of my eyes. His cheeks were slightly flushed, and his clothes were a mess. It was clear that he had just been intimate with Mona. I looked at him pleadingly, hoping that he could save me, but Hudson did not seem surprised that I had woken up. He looked at me with disdain. "Tsk, tsk, poor thing. You're about to be buried alive. Mona has gone to take care of the funeral. I'll accompany you for a short chat, my good brother.”

Seeing that time was running out, I had no choice but to return to the kitchen and quickly make a plain burrito. During the trial, Mandy only glanced at it casually before tossing the clue to me. All the players were unconvinced, but under the overwhelming pressure of an SS-level boss, they didn’t dare complain. Only Jack stomped his feet in anger. “Why! My burrito was perfect! That bitch only made a plain burrito!” Displeasure flashed across Mandy’s face, and she kicked him hard in the chest. “Shut your mouth” “If I didn’t have orders from the top, I would’ve killed you already.”