Lams Hamilton Fanart Novels & Stories

signs, the fan club had taken over entire sections. Several large, colorful banners stood out prominently: “HARLOW x JONES: ENEMIES TO LOVERS ARC” “KANE + DANICA = CHAOS & CUDDLES” (with a cartoon teddy bear waving a hockey stick) “Protect Her, Captain Soft!” “From Hits to Hearts – Go Harlow-Jones!”

Back off. "Lanka, look at the numbers!" Carllo was practically vibrating with excitement. "Hamilton’s fans are shredded the trolls. Their clout is insane! They’re actually defending you." I scrolled through the feed, my emotions a tangled mess. I never expected a star like Hamilton to put his own reputation on the line for me. I felt the heavy weight of a massive debt forming in my chest. "Damn, Hamilton has serious game," Carllo nodded, his grin widening. "He's a real stand-up Alpha. We need to reach out to him."

Thankfully, Annalise was his best friend and completely immune to any adorableness on his part. “But you just said…” “I said I hate coming to the games alone,” Annalise continued his phrase. “Only I’m not going to be alone this time… I will bring along Lance Hamilton.” “Hamilton…” he muttered. “Listen, all I need are two of the best field-level seats for the next game and a meet and greet after the game. This way you two will exchange a few words about the brand and so on…” “Anyone ever tells you how damn expensive you are?”

That was sweet of him. “I’m Collins Hampton, and I wouldn't mind showing you around. Shall we?” He said with a broad grin on his face. I gave a nod of approval and he held out his hand, "C'mon, come with me, you'll definitely love this collection." He gesticulated, leading the way into the Mets. I followed behind, gaping at almost every art work we passed. “Why do you want to explore classic paintings? Are you here for a school project, or just for personal interest?”