Philip Hamilton Novels & Stories

Was the first thing Mackenzie said as we started trading food without even looking down "Well, he has tattoos. He has a lot of tattoos, everywhere," I say slightly daydreaming about him, "A small nose ring, and dark brown hair," I tell her, "And he has muscles, like Hulk," I compare him, using my hands to show the size of his muscles "Only you would compare that God to Hulk," Amber-Rose laughs "How did you meet him?" Mackenzie asks me suddenly, seeming suspicious. "As I was walking home from the gym I bumped into him and he dropped some money so I caught up to him to give him his money and he offered to take me home," I blush as I lie, "He's nice though and he helped me with my homework last

Alexander Hamilton, the love of my life, the inspiration, the respectable, the smart, the most handsome and yeah the so called Asshole in my life. Most importantly he is the man of honor. He lacks a lot, but he never tried to give up that's what it makes him a sensible man. He has been through a lot , done a lot of mistakes in his past but he never asked for my pity or my forgiveness but he only showed me how much I affected in his life.

(Fiesty slut isn't she what I wouldn't pay to be the one fucking this virgin pussy) the man said cruelly. She flinched at his words and she felt him stroking her thighs as he struggled against the next mans grip. " Basta che ora appartiene a Leonardo e non deve essere toccata, a meno che tu non voglia spiegare al don che hai rovinato il suo regalo di compleanno"(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said.

“You know who Alexander Hamilton is, right?” Cadence couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “What?” “Alexander Hamilton. You know, the guy from the Broadway musical?” “What the hell does Hamilton have to do with the blue moon portal?” Cadence asked, about to lose her mind again. “Everything,” Aaron replied, still serene. “He has everything to do with it.” Cadence shook her head and leaned back against the sofa, resolved not to say a word. She had an idea of who he was, but she was never good with history, even though she enjoyed hearing about it, and she certainly hadn’t found time to go to a musical.

However, he was the one in charge, and needing a leader was the biggest weakness a person could have when they are supposed to be in charge of everyone. Needing to depend on another person was the worst thing that could happen to anyone who planned to succeed. That is why, as painful as it was to lose Vincenzo, I knew that it was necessary. During my shirt stay in her palace, Charlotte had helped me see that my outrageous desire for him was holding me back from so much greatness. I could have been the first commander if I did not start sleeping with him, yet he tossed me aside as soon as he discovered a shiny new coin.

I can’t understand what Tate felt when he felt the bond, between his mate and his pack members, cut off. Driving back home, I couldn’t stop thinking what I would have done if that happened to my pack, to Justin. We need to find these bastards and put this madness to an end, once and for all. “What happened?” Kylian asks. “We don’t know. We were just talking about the research lab and the scientists, the next second he renounced his title and declared himself a rogue.” Oliver explains. “And you didn’t do anything to stop him?” Kylian asks. “Excuse me?” What would he have expected me to do?

“Zachariah.” “Ah yes. Him. I heard Ava gossiping about you, with the other queen bees.” “Oh? what was she saying?” I asked, quite intrigued. “That you’re being desperate and blah blah blah.” Desperate? well I kinda was. But I would never admit that. I’m Celestina Vidal, who doesn't bow to anyone. “I don't know. I just kinda admire him.” I confessed, my orbs landing back on his huge figure. He was standing in the middle of the field barking orders to the people of his team whilst the cheer girls screamed and hooted for them. “Admire? rich coming from someone who hated the race of men.”

Whoever said living forever would be fantastic has never lived more than one lifetime. I've lived long enough to see empires rise and fall, battles and wars fought, won and lost. So many lives have died, and I have outlived them all. I was an ordinary man once. I had a relatively normal life for my time. My father was a man who thought his son should grow up early. For every wrong I committed, I was whipped. Those scars, like many others, faded over time.