John Laurens Hamilton Novels & Stories

I jerked back to reality, my response coming out way too fast and a little too high-pitched. Robert chuckled. “Hamilton, this is my special friend, Elara Westwood.” His had slightly wrapped around my shoulder. Hamilton turned his gaze to me, his smile just as bright as it was on screen. “It’s nice to meet you, Elara.” Oh my God. Freaking eight time world champion Lewis Hamilton just said my name. Kill me now. My life is complete. I can die happy. “I- it’s— nice— finally meeting you,” I stammered, my words tripping over themselves. An awkward chuckle followed as I balled my clammy hands into fists. “I’m a fan,” I blurted out.

Larissa didn't have a grandfather! Unless this person was … Ambrose's grandfather, the highest authority in the Hamilton family! He must be Mr. Hamilton Senior! Lola was distraught and her face paled, then flushed in quick succession. She stammered, "Mr-Mr. Hamilton Senior, I'm very sorry. I didn't realize it was you." Charles huffed and looked sideways at her.

she pondered, her eyes darting back and forth. The striking man before her was none other than Liam Hamilton, the multi-billionaire CEO of Hamilton Tech, a top-ranking company in the Software world situated in the heart of Alaska City. He was renowned for his sophistication, assertiveness, enigmatic demeanor, and arrogance. Liam was also an elite playboy, known for dating only the most stunning women and never being seen with the same girl twice.

taking out five dollars in ones I reach out to hand them to him only for him to shack his head no. "What's your name" he asks catching me off guard, here I thought this Adonis of a man was just going to ignore me while we waited. "Harper, Harper Lewis" I hate my name with a passion, I still to this day have no idea why my mom named me Harper. I reach my hand out for him to shake and ask him what his name is. "Nixon Marsh" he shakes my hand and I feel sparks as if he was electrically charged and I pull my hand away quickly.