Lewis Hamilton Hair Novels & Stories

What would you say if I told you one of the community's strongest packs were wiped out in a night with no trace of the killer? You'd probably think I was crazy, I was mad. Right? Well, that's what happened to the pack of Eliza Scott who was only 11 when her family and friends were slaughtered in their sleep. And because she was the soul survivor, no one wanted anything to do with the girl who had been cursed by the moon. She already had an unusual hair color for any wolf, but what happens when someone gets all too close? I mean, once one finds their mate, that's it, right? You love them for all eternity and they stay by your side. Not for her. That is until she meets a mysterious stranger who is way to curious about her for his own good. Can she turn him away? Or will she let him wander into her circle of trust and eventually her heart?

***The CEO's Second Choice Spin Off*** Cameron 'Cammy' Westwood is the beautiful, cold, hard-as-nails CEO of Westwood Architecture. Every businessman seems to underestimate her since she's a curvy, blonde woman - and she loves proving them wrong. The night before an important merger of her company with Somersett Incorporated, her best friend takes her out for a drink to unwind. Who should she meet but Elijah Somersett, fresh from cutting off his long, blonde hair and looking unrecognizable? The two, unaware of the vital role they would be playing in one another's business lives, get into an argument that culminates in Cammy pouring a glass of wine all over Elijah's head and storming out. What will happen when she walks into the boardroom the following morning and finds out the flirting womanizer is in fact the man who could help save her company... and that he has an irresistible proposal for her?

In my last life, my sister and I got adopted into two very different worlds. My mom? The "cool" type. Let me perm my hair in elementary school, signed off on a nose job in middle school, and shoved me toward one of Northport's richest heirs right after college. Ella's mom? Hardcore strict. Pulled her out of a fling with some delinquent and married her off to a quiet professor with a just-decent paycheck. Ella hated it. Wanted my life so bad. So when I ended up in the hospital pregnant, she used her shiny doctor title to kill me—and my baby. Then boom—I woke up, and we were back to adoption day. This time, she dove for the mom she thought handed me the dream. What she didn't know? That "cool mom" she worshipped was straight-up a monster.

Crystal Santiago was a woman of dual identities. By day, she was a waitress, known for her kind heart and sweet smile. By night, she became Jae, a stripper renowned for her looks and skill. Wherever she went, men would flock to her, completely under her spell. Her long, black hair cascaded over her bare shoulders, framing her seductive red lips and piercing blue eyes. She had the allure of a siren, and it was all too easy for her to trap men in her gaze. But beneath the surface, she was a sweet, down-to-earth girl. Crystal's life was going smoothly until the day she met him. He was powerful, ruthless, and dangerous. He ruled the city with an iron fist, and no one dared to cross them. He approached Crystal one night after her performance, his eyes filled with greed and lust. "You're mine now," he said, his voices dripping with malice. "You belong to me”.

Mysterious, dark-haired, sexy almond eyes, all charm, Alpha Kymon Zephyr is everything she wants to run away from. His records. She knows. His past. She knows but not the part she was part of. Not the part that scares every inch of his being. The part that drives him crazy. Mad. All smiles, brown alluring eyes, Lyra Reyes is everything he fears. Everything that threatens to break down his walls. Everything that reminds him of his past. But, as much as they want to be away from each other, fate draws them together and so close to the point she'd destroy every obstacle that comes his way and he'd burn any person that harms a single hair on her body. Remember now, the past always has a way of coming back and when it does, it leaves them with no option but to break apart or destroy the world. But then again, who gives a damn about the world?

I sell burritos in a horror game. All the ghosts would come to my place and buy a tasty burrito after they got off work. That was until one day, my ex-husband, who was obsessed with abusing me, joined the game as a player. He brought a group of people to my store and trashed the place. They ruined all the ingredients I had. When the Bosses finished their overtime and saw their pre-ordered burritos on the ground in pieces, their eyes became dark, and they were immediately infuriated. The Patchwork Monster was so angry that the stitches on its body were beginning to break. It started ripping the players apart. The Eight-Armed Maiden’s hair fanned out and pierced many players. The Wedding Dress Maiden suddenly became a giant and started eating the players one by one. The Bosses were willing to work overtime and maintain the operations of the dungeons overnight just so that they could have a burrito. That night, all the players were sleeping when they were forced to join a horror game.

"One wish,” whispered Rica. “A love that will last forever.” Rica jumped out of her bed when she saw a man lying in the bed next to her. She stared at him, fascinated by his handsome face. He had an attractive aquiline nose which complemented his projecting cheekbones and alluring lips. His black glistening hair was coiffed to perfection. She closed her eyes. “This is just a dream,” she told herself pinching her own skin to wake herself up. “This is not a dream and I am your husband.” Her eyes widened as she stared at the manly figure standing in front of her. His perfect amber-colored eyes met hers. She opened her mouth, trying to speak, but no words came out. She was so confused. Yesterday, her boyfriend broke up with her, and now a stranger has appeared claiming they were married to each other. Is he the one she has been waiting for? A love that will last forever?

After eight years of marriage, my husband ignored my protests and brought his so-called cancer-stricken first love into our home. “You heartless woman! You don’t have an ounce of compassion! You’re not even worth a single strand of Luna’s hair!” Even my son chimed in, shouting that if I didn’t let Luna Miller in, he wouldn’t acknowledge me as his mother. That was it. I was done. I divorced him and accepted an invitation to return to the design world—back to the top where I belonged. But then they saw the forged cancer diagnosis. And suddenly, the tears came. “Baby, I was tricked! It was always you—I’ve only ever loved you!” “Mom, don’t leave me! I’m your only child!” I didn’t even look at them. Who let these crazy dogs in? They’re in my way—I’ve got an award to accept.

With her hair that seems like a massive bush poured with jet black paint, possessing an ethereal beauty and above all, classic and fine gesture. Devon only wants to have a simple life and simply wishes to the moon goddess that her Alpha Antonio will be her mate. But things go in wary, once she learned that the other brother, Alpha Nicholas whom she loathed for the whole of her existence barge into the cabin and disrupt her happy ending, claiming that he is also her mate. The turn of events didn’t stop as specks of lights protrude into her body, drowning her into deep oblivion, and hearing the moon goddess cursing her and the twin. She was cursed to a trio mate, without any justification. The moon goddess branded them without giving any reason. And they are forced to take the path of finding the cure, digging the tragedies of the past and uncovering the truth of their origin. With all of the betrayals, tragedies and cursing that they are about to unveil, is it possible for love to bloom amidst the chaos?

"Matteo, please..." I whispered. "Beg louder," he commanded, his lips brushing my ear as his free hand squeezed my breast, pinching the nipple until I gasped. "Please, Matteo. I need you." He smirked, satisfied, before sinking to his knees. His mouth replaced his fingers, his tongue parting me, slow and devastating. My hands flew into his hair, pulling, guiding, but he held me still, forcing me to endure every languid lick, every tease. When he finally sucked my clit into his mouth, I screamed, my legs trembling around his shoulders. "Come for me, piccola," he growled against my slick heat. The vibrations of his voice shattered me, pleasure ripping through me so violently I nearly collapsed, but he held me firm, drawing out every last wave until I was shaking.