Laurens X Hamilton Novels & Stories

Out stepped Liam Hamilton, looking calm and collected in a dark tailored suit, flanked by his poised mother and the ever-loyal James. The clicking of heels and the shuffle of equipment was immediately drowned out by the roar of reporters who swarmed the trio. "Congratulations on your recovery, Mister Hamilton!" one reporter called out, her voice almost trembling with excitement. "We heard the person who severely injured you was Olivia Johnson. What's going on?" another shouted, pushing a microphone toward him. "Is Olivia Johnson under arrest?" someone from the back called. Flashes from cameras lit the hallway like a strobe. But Liam remained cool, his expression unreadable yet commanding res

Her eyes were fixed straight ahead, unblinking, focused entirely on getting to Amber. She'd stopped crying, but her face was still flushed, her eyes still red-rimmed. She looked exhausted. Relieved. Beautiful. I forced myself to look away and focus on the road. … The Laurent mansion was… impressive. That was the first word that came to mind as I pulled up to the gates. I'd known the Laurents were wealthy — everyone in Missford knew that. Kevin Laurent was an international F1 champion. The family name carried weight in business, politics, high society.

Melissa was finally pushed out of the room, her screams fading with her. Lauren sank into a chair, tears streaming, Priya hugging her tight. “You did it, Lauren,” Priya whispered, her voice thick. “You’re the Langston heir.” Lauren nodded, her heart swelling, but guilt crashed in—Tom, lying in a coma, Alex, fighting to live. “Tom, I won for us,” she murmured. Her phone buzzed, but she felt too weak to pick it up. Priya seeing this, licked up the phone for her, answering it immediately.

James was the only child on set. "Sounds good." Wyatt wiped mac and cheese off James's face, though more immediately appeared. "But are you still doing the thing next week as well?" The thing. Lauren's stomach clenched slightly, but not with fear. With something else. It was hard to talk about it to the public. She had refused every interview after shooting Liam. Not wanting to glorify what had happened. There had been talk about a movie, but Lauren had refused to have anything to do with it.

"Scarlett." ******

She said, and I was about to answer when Xavier interrupted. "Lauren needs to settle in first," he said, and I chuckled. That was his way of saying no. I found it cute, too. We finished breakfast and left the house. Xavier decided to take the convertible, and I sat in the passenger's seat beside him. I wanted us to go in a normal car with a driver driving us, but he insisted. He seemed to like the convertible much. “Have you heard from Landon? He has not come home yet?" I asked Xavier while we drove, and he shook his head.

I am 100% devoted to her and falling in love with her just from her looks, scent, and name. I listen as Lauren looks her up online and begins to tell him random facts. She’s an only child to Walter Sinclair and has a stepmom named Lilith. Her father was an actor and she’s been dabbling in the acting scene as well, she goes to a lot of charity organizations, but seems to have a really big soft spot for autism awareness. There’s a lot of articles of the media speculating on who the father of her child could be, but no one seemed to know for certain.

“Oh, I see. Just wait at the conference room for a bit. I’ll just call him.” I nodded my head and smiled. “Thanks.” Liam Hamilton is a famous celebrity known for his great acting and singing skills. Many young people admires him and so I proposed to have him as the guest on the grand opening of Timothy’s mall.I have never seen him in personal yet, but I heard he is a mischievous man. The moment the door of the conference room opened, I saw a man just my age wearing a blue denim jacket under a black t-shirt and black pants. He also got a black earring on his left ear, making him look the pop star that he is.

"Come on, we will be late and I know you don't want to be late." "Sure, Let's go." Lauren pulled the door for her, sitting inside the Rolls-Royce Boat Tail, her spirit jumped for joy, she was riding this expensive car in front of her, Lauren took the driver's seat, he is the type that likes to drive himself, he is in control, not anyone controlling him. Lauren hits the road after he takes his seat, Mandy is seated beside him, she is his treasure hunt. *******

he finally muttered once I was done. I glared at him. He cracked a smile. "Really, Lanka, I started it. I'm a stunt double, I get knocked around for a living. What's a bruise?" "It’s different when it’s him," I whispered. "Okay, okay. Let’s talk about the good stuff. You wouldn't believe it, but Serena’s reputation is in the trash. Hamilton’s fans are like bloodhounds—they see through everyone's BS. They’ve flooded her feed, tearing her a new one."