Ky Hamilton Novels & Stories

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

“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.”

His presence filled the space before he even spoke. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said smoothly, his tone refined, charming even. “I hope I’m not intruding. I do intend to come on time when it is meetings like this.” I gestured for him to sit. “Not at all. You have me at a disadvantage, though. I don’t believe we’ve met. And given your scent, I can tell that you are not from here, Alpha.” He smiled, slow and confident, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach the eyes. “Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.”

"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."

Alexander stood out sides Lilly's door contemplating on whether he should go in or not. This was the not the first time today he had been outside the door about to knock, but eventually giving up. He had finally decided on agreeing to Verona's idea but he wanted to inform Lilly before giving the woman a call. He could give others all day not caring about his subordinate's age or position, he was Alexander Hamilton, one of the top billionaire's in the country, yet he was shivering just because he wanted to talk to his daughter.

Edmund veered the car towards the next street. He was racing against time and hoping that he made it. From the moment he received the message from her father's nurse that he was back in town, he'd not been the same. Mr. Tyler Hamilton or simply, The Bull, as he was known by the majority of workers in his company was his father. Tyler Hamilton was a greying man in his sixties that was gradually getting close to losing his marbles. He was erratic and spontaneous at best and often liked things to go his own way.

Campian heaved a sigh and said, “That is why… I’m the captain while you’re just a squad member.” … Hendery sent Kayson to the Hamiltons. “Kayson, I met up with some older men briefly and found that the Hamiltons and Admiralporium are bound by some enmity indeed.” Kayson’s interest was piqued. “Tell me more about it.” Hendery shared the information he had obtained yesterday night. “Mr. Hamilton Sr. showed that he was exceptionally gifted in martial arts when he was young and gained the attention of quite a number of beautiful women. Meanwhile, the most beautiful woman in Northspring at the time looked up to him very much.”

I fix myself. We park and exited the car. We enter the elevator and go to the 12th floor of the building. "Mr. Brooklyn!" An old man shouted. Hilary's dad and the old man bro hug each other and shake hands. "Here's my daughter Hilary." I bowed and shake hands. "And here's my son, Richard." A five-foot and nine inches tall guy wearing a mask extends his hand. I shake hands with him. "So let's talk about the wedding?" My eyes almost got out in my eye socket. "WEDDING!?"

Sam Style Ramos is an introvert person that captivated the heart of his ultimate avid fan. Sam’s grandmother is gravely ill , devoting himself and all of his effort to make her live longer even at the midst of Covid-19. By the help of the CAM application CEO, it opens a new opportunity for him. Mike as an avid fan helps Sam from his hardship and suicidal thoughts. The application makes sure Sam is the hottest streamer. By that time, he learned to strip off and entered the gay life which Mike Aquino Bautista tremendously waiting for. Thus, the application and heartbreak that damaged his entire life, will it give way for his heart to accept Mike without any hesitations?

the announce. Squealing, Alexa does a few paces across the room before she stayed quiet, go back to kneeling in front of the television like it was a God send. All I can think to do is stay stock still and hope that maybe, maybe this was all some prank...Anything but being chosen for this thing. "Our first nominee...Macie North!" The sigh that came from Alexa was clearly irritable. I didn't know her, which made me assume that she is from another part of the Pack.