John Laurens Hamilton Novels & Stories

Alpha Leonardo; “What did you say that bastard wanted again from me?” I undid my tie knot. “To have a drink at the club with you. Probably, the two of you will finally sort out your differences,” Liam stated. “I don’t want to sort out any fucking differences. The Marons almost ended my life.” “But Anthony has nothing to do with it. Why punish him over the madness of his Father and brothers?” Liam fixed himself on my couch. Taking off my shirt, “It’s not just about his Father and Brothers. I hate that brait, Anthony, as well. He has always been a thorn in my flesh.” I threw my shirt on the bed.

"What are you talking about?" Camille leaned in. The cloying scent of her expensive rose perfume felt like a toxin invading my lungs. "You think he’s just some simple cafe owner who took pity on a girl in a sinking ship? You think he’s the hero who saved your family out of the goodness of his heart?" She paused, letting the silence grow heavy. Suffocating. "Gareth Hamilton is the Chairman of Hamilton Heritage Capital. The sole owner of an empire that controls trillions in assets across three continents. And this man..." Camille shot a contemptuous look at Gary, "...is just one of the many fixers he pays to do his dirty work."

I can’t understand what Tate felt when he felt the bond, between his mate and his pack members, cut off. Driving back home, I couldn’t stop thinking what I would have done if that happened to my pack, to Justin. We need to find these bastards and put this madness to an end, once and for all. “What happened?” Kylian asks. “We don’t know. We were just talking about the research lab and the scientists, the next second he renounced his title and declared himself a rogue.” Oliver explains. “And you didn’t do anything to stop him?” Kylian asks. “Excuse me?” What would he have expected me to do?

I was hoping to have my own dorm on the more expensive buildings as dad had promised. "M'am I'm sorry, but I think there is a mistake with mine. See, I signed up for the Hamilton building, so I can have my own dorm. It says here I'm assigned to the Northbridge Building?" I inquire. The lady looks over her glasses and takes the paper from my hand glancing over the paper and reviewing the date it was submitted.

Justin quickly responded, “Mr. Hamilton, there’s no need for such formalities. You are my esteemed guest. Please, dispense with such courtesies. Last time was a lapse of judgment on my part, but I humbly ask for your assistance now. I need you to eliminate Renee.” Justin's tone was deferential. He had learned his lesson. The last time he had enlisted Hamilton alongside ordinary assassins, it had offended the man, who then used an excuse to withdraw and rest. Realizing his mistake, Justin now understood that powerful individuals like Hamilton demanded respect and recognition. To group him with common killers had been a grave insult. Hamilton responded nonchalantly, “As you command, Your Highn

Dexter**** “ none other than your mother in law Bitch, she was popping that dusty P**** on a longgg c*** last night at her job. The janitor apparently only snitched after she turned him down to slob on his banana….. he went and told all the workers that were present that night and word got back to the boss man. He didn’t even have the conversation about terminating her employment, he sent her a text to not bother cleaning the desk just take it with her and don’t bother showing up tomorrow or In the next lifetime.”

He extended his hand out to Brax. “Brax Lawson, I am Logan Carter. It is nice to meet you.” Brax blinked at him a few times unsure how to react. He extended his hand in return to Logan and shook it. “Logan, may I ask why you have travelled all the way here?” His tone was more normal than I anticipated which confused me after how tense he was with me. “I have come to win Leah’s affections back.” His voice was clear and concise but filled with emotion. “I guess we have an issue there then, don’t we?” Brax’s tone was filled with protection.

She wasn’t supposed to smoke indoors, but who cared anymore? Across the street, a deli owner was yelling at a delivery guy double-parked in front of the hydrant. Just... normal people with normal problems. She needed this story. Devon Hamilton wasn’t just scandal-worthy—he was a Hamilton. Son of the man who practically kept half of Manhattan in motion. And then there was Damian Lawson, the son of another politician. Dead in a wreck, too fast, too suspicious, and just close enough to Devon to make her instincts twitch. Celeste blew out a trail of smoke and pulled out her phone. She opened her photos.

He was in equal measure, amused and perplexed by their friendly banter. “Oh, I’m sorry… Where are my manners?! Please, forgive me. Lance, this is Joe Brown. He is one of the most important people around here, at the Olympia Stadium. He started working here when the stadium was built twenty years ago. He knows everything there is to know about everything around here. Joe, this is Lance Hamilton.” Lance extended his hand to shake the older man’s and Joe’s face lit up like he finally figured out who Lance was. “You’re the ‘HL Sportswear’ guy… You are the one that is running ‘Hamilton Inc.’, am I right?”