Maria Reynolds Hamilton Novels & Stories

In the darkness, the man’s voice was like that of a demon from hell. Victoria smiled before she said, “Help me kill a gangster. He’s a nobody, but… if you kill him for me, I’ll do whatever you ask of me after that.” “What can you do? You’re a lady from a fallen family… You’re good for nothing,” James mocked her coldly. “I’m useless, but if you help me, I’ll be able to help you one way or another.” “I’ve discovered something very interesting. Cosmo Hamilton’s younger sister, Naomi Hamilton died in a heart transplant surgery half a year ago. So, tell me… who’s the current Naomi Hamilton?”

"What is my client being held for?" Kirk turned and headed towards the holding cells, expecting Charlotte to follow. She did so, and Stuart followed her in turn. "Mr. Hamilton is being held for the murder of a Miss María Vazquez, who according to Mrs. Hamilton, was Mr. Hamilton's maid... and mistress."

That damn plug was driving her insane, and he knew it. He just sat across the room at his desk, acting like they hadn’t just fucked like monkeys on that same desk. His intercom went off, not an unusual occurrence, and Mia typically ignored him and focused on whatever task Gabe had set to her for that particular day. But when she heard what Eleanor said, she immediately tuned in while trying to appear as though she weren’t paying the slightest bit of attention. “Mr. Hamilton, uh, Mrs. Hamilton is here to see you, sir.”

Damian walks to his car. He opened it and drove to the direction of his company when he saw Amelia who was sitting down on one of the benches at the park near the hospital. He stops the car and silently observes her. Amelia was not in a good state. She had dark bags under her eyes, a deathly pale complexion because of her vomiting and she also slightly lost weight. Damian pulls his phone from his pocket and dialed the number of his private secretary. "Find everything about a girl named Amelia Reinhart. I want every single detail about her" he orders and then hung up his phone without hearing his secretary's reply.

I'd ask her about it later. "Hello everyone," Mrs. Siromani said with an Asian accent. I was taken aback. Her daughter spoke with a fluent American accent so I wasn't expecting it. Besides, wasn't she American? "We are very happy that you all left your various businesses to come and welcome us. It means a lot. My family hopes that we all will get along very well. By the way, my name is Riley", she finished and handed the microphone to her husband. "Like my wife said, we're happy to be here and are very grateful to be welcomed in such a good manner. As most of you know, I am Basha Siromani, and this is our daughter, Annabelle Ameera Siromani."

Then she smiled gently and started going down the stairs. Barr. Marcel told Drake to himself together to avoid embarrassing himself in front of his mum, all because of Elena. “Mrs Hamilton.” Marcus greeted her, and immediately he set his eyes on her. Drake sat quietly on the couch. Mrs Hamilton's eyes softened, yet the tightening of her hold on the shawl revealed a deeper, instinctive emotion lurking below her politeness. “Marcus, what brings you to this city?” When did you get here? “Drake didn’t tell me that you're visiting,” she inquired.

Theon’s eyes widened in shock, mouth opening as if to speak, but no words came. Slowly, I turned to face her. Marissa. Or Tatiana, as she’d once been called. Her true name, the name that she was born with. I refused to want to see her as a Marissa, the weak woman that she has become. But then again, names were irrelevant now. She was a different woman now, a different person. She stood before me, bathed in the eerie glow of the setting sun filtering through the shattered windows, her hair cascading around her face, eyes glinting with dark amusement. My breath caught at her beauty, as perfect as the day I’d lost her, no, as perfect as the day she betrayed me. As perfect as I've seen her, and

'' I scolded Jane, only to make her smile and baby Liam giggle. "So cute," I said, watching Liam yawing in his mother's arms. "Watching you makes me wanna have a baby, but then I change my mind, seeing all the hard work you and Brandon have to put in to raise these two devils." "I hate you, Rachel," Marlin said, from behind me, crossing her arms around her chest. "No you don't," I said, tickling her, making her laugh. "See you love me,"

"She is yet to wake up. But according to the marks on her body, she has been under abuse for a long time. Others were still fresh." "It's like she had been whipped for a good number **of** years." The doctor said. "Do your best to make sure that she wakes up as soon as possible," Ashton said. "Yes, Alpha. We will do our best." Ashton waved his hand and walked towards the study room. Theo was following him. "What did you find out from your investigation?" "The girl's name is Maya Brown. She was saved by Mark Syden, the now alpha of wind winders pack." "What did you say her name was?" Ashton asked. He felt like he was hearing things.

His thin lips were tightly pursed together, forming a cold arc. Julian's eyes flashed as he pointed at the photo in Malcolm's hand. Malcolm's hand held the photo more tightly. "It was Marilyn. As you know, Mr. Hamilton is a weirdo. He has a lot of lovers and he's such a scumbag. He requires that all the women he works with should be virgins. All the women he sleeps with should be virgins. I've looked into that before. The one for you was not a real virgin and she ended up in Mr. Hamilton's room. While the one you pulled into your room was Marilyn. She was a real virgin.