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.

Even in sunglasses and a deliberately understated suit, Kevin Laurent was impossible to miss – Formula One's reigning champion, with the kind of face that launched a thousand sponsorship deals. "As ready as I'll ever be," I murmured Mr. Stanley rose as we approached, his smile wide and slightly nervous. "Ms. Cynthia! What an honor. Please, sit, sit." He gestured expansively to the seats. "And this must be Mr. Kevin Laurent, I'm a great admirer of your work on the track. That overtake at Monza last season was simply breathtaking." Kevin nodded politely but said nothing, taking the seat beside me with the fluid grace of someone whose body was a precisely calibrated instrument.

His tie hung loose, careless, as if rules bent for him. The air shifted. Conversations paused. Heads turned. Gasps and whispers spread through the hallway like wildfire. “Is that—” one scrub nurse whispered, clutching her colleague’s arm. “Oh my God, it’s him. Liam Hamilton. The heir.” “He’s even hotter in person, look at that jawline.” “And he’s only twenty-five.” Her steps faltered, lungs compressing. The name ricocheted through her skull. Hamilton. As in Hamilton Medical Group. As in Hamilton Medical City, the empire she worked under.

I glanced up, my heart thumping at the unexpected hesitation in her eyes. “Well,” Helena said slowly, choosing her words with caution. “Luna Claire is perfectly healthy, but…” “But what?” Liam’s voice sharpened with frustration. Helena took a deep breath. “Our Luna is with child, alpha.” My blood turned to ice. No, this can't be. Liam hasn't been touching me for months. Unless… no!

"Scarlett." ******

I wouldn't be surprised that he was a millionaire at this point because he was twenty and started racing at sixteen. "What are you thinking?" "I'm just calculating how much you have," I said absently as I counted the years and an estimate of how much he could have. "Here," he said and I looked down at his phone that he was holding out in front of me. My eyes became wide at the fact that he was showing me the balance of his money on his phone via his bank app. Lucas Hamilton had more than two million dollars in his account. "Are you sure you only race? Don't tell me you're in a Mafia or something. If you are, I'd like to leave this instant and I promise I won't tell anyone about you."

even some were trying to take selfi with the car in back. But it was really a rare and expensive model ... LAMBORGHINI VENENO.. Lauren sighed on Dominic behaviour.. he should have sent a normal car but that man .. he still had to show off...Lauren sighed and before coming out of the gate she covered her face properly and she immediately ran off to the car ... Many students were whispering about the person who just entered but no one could identify her.... " Uncle .. why did you bring this car... you should have brought the simple one..... aish it's too difficult to come out like this..." Lauren said...

Leah Sullivan had never wanted to slap someone so bad! She sat in one of the two black leather armchairs across from her father’s large mahogany desk, and stared at her father, King Marcus. The only outward sign that she was anything other than the calm, unaffected facade she presented was a slightly raised eyebrow.