Novel & Cerita Ky Hamilton

“Who comes to search for a job here on a day like this? Today of all days?” My frown instantly melted away and was replaced with confusion. “What do you mean? What is happening today?” “What?” He answered in awe. “Are you new in town?” He further inquired. His question made me remember my driver again. “This is definitely Karma.” “Yes, I am. So tell me what today is.” I answered with clenched jaws. “It’s Alpha Kilhan’s birthday! The man who rules this town. Almost all the clubhouses, hotels, restaurants, and even some hospitals are owned by him. Including the one we are in as we speak.” He praised him, but I remained unfazed.

“Don't come near me or tell me what you want. Or what the fuck you were looking for by approaching me.” His hands tremble. He seems to be in doubt whether to go out looking for a poker to blow my mind or whether to stay and listen, I try to do my best because I choose the second option. “That's the same thing I wonder. Who is Black Hamilton? Why has he been hiding that kind of information from me beyond the inside of the office where I'm just his secretary?” “You could start by telling me who sent you to ask me for the job and where you've been leaking information.”

It felt as if all of the air had been sucked out of the room. I’d never seen him before, but I didn’t need an introduction. I knew who he was. From the light scar at the corner of his brow and the green of his eyes, I knew instantly who he was. The man that had just entered the Meeting Hall was Ethan of the Crimson pack. His broad shoulders, muscular chest, brown tousled hair and piercing green eyes made it clear. My future King had arrived. Seeing him, I knew why we were called to the Meeting Hall. We were here to welcome Alpha Ethan.

“Their majesties, Emperor Clyde Westernia, Empress Rosita Westernia… their highnesses, first prince, Prince Noah Westernia, second prince, Prince Benjamin Westernia… together with the Grand Duke Dave Whistleton, Duchess Morticia Chase Whistleton, their son, young lord Damian Whistleton and daughter, lady Clementine Whistleton,” the announcer shouted to get everyone’s attention. When the door in front of us opened, we went down through the stairs. Everyone’s clapping and whispering as we enter the banquet hall.

she yelled after me. I walked into the kitchen to see Blake standing in front of the sink, his hands soapy up to his forearms as he dipped them back into the sink. He had on a tight white tee that showed off his rippling back muscles as he moved around the kitchen. My tongue darted out to wet my lips and I gulped at the sight. I stalked over to him, making sure to be quiet so he wouldn't notice and grabbed his ass, making him jerk in fright.

That was why he chose to do it the way that he did. “Damon knows what he is doing, and Damon is well aware of everything that he is playing with. However, it does not concern him. He does not even give a damn. He does not care.” I said, looking at Alpha Kael. “You know for a fact that he does not care about me.” “That is not true, Sienna.”

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.

She never came out of her room yesterday, not for food, not to catch up on her pack duties. Nothing. When I tried to get into the room and talk to her she wouldn’t say anything, just kept the door locked and the tv up really loud. Don’t get me wrong, I have a key to the door. But the goal is for her to want to talk to me again, and barging into the room where I'm not wanting just might not be the answer. She let Creed in the room long enough to give her food and restock her snacks in the mini fridge. He said she looked awful, her hair is a mess and there’s trash all over the room. It’s been days since she’s left the room and everytime he goes in there to give her food he said it smells like

"It was chaotic with all the reporters asking about my personal life, but at least the truth is out there now." Caleb nodded, his gaze fixed on the TV screen. "I don't think the public will turn against Hamilton Corporation," he said reassuringly. "Look, George Hamilton is taking responsibility for what happened. He's admitting that he made a mistake in training his daughter to think she could get anything she wanted. I think people will understand that."

James’ birthday party? Thiago knew that Helen was just trying to put Amelia on the spot, and his eyes darkened. Just as he was about to react, Kira coldly asked, “Your remark is really amusing. Why on earth would I have to come here with President Hamilton?” “Because President Hamilton is your boyfriend, duh,” Helen's lips curled into a smirk as she burst the bubble. “Let me introduce to you all. This is Ms. Amelia, Thiago's ex-wife. But now, she’s the girlfriend of Mr. Ethan, the CEO of the Hamilton Group.”