Phillipa Of Hamilton Novels & Stories

‎THIRD PERSON POV ‎ ‎Leviathan sat in his chair, his mind still foggy from the news he just received, his right hand man General Phillip was no more. Dead at the hands of a mare woman, princess Porsha of Vikland. ‎Leviathan couldn't quite understand how this same woman he despised with everything in him, could cause him so much trouble. ‎

It was really true that Dana Hamilton was a mother to Clara. Philip looked at the Harriot in the picture, he was smiling without the effort of pain and a wave of bitterness swept through Philip. He felt like losing his mind for a second by lamenting the fact that he had met them again but he knew better than to lose his control. He tucked his phone into his pocket and looked at the painting one more time.

she said and sit on her desk. "Amber, Celestia." I was about to stand up when I saw Celestia 2.0 go in the front. I almost forgot that I'm in Hilary's body. This event. I remember this event. "Congrats Hilary! She got the highest score of ninety-nine over a hundred!" Our teacher says before giving me the paper. I look at the paper and the score. I look at Celestia 2.0 but she avoids my eye contact.

The pair of linen dolphin shorts of the same color loosely swayed as she moved towards him. "Please leave, let us meet tomorrow during the Annual meeting of the Wushi-Chin Cooperation Funds Mr Chandler Chin." Retrieving the gun placed on top of the dark sheeted bed, he stood up, inches apart from her. She felt a bit short when she looked up to meet his eyes. "Hila-" He was interrupted by her narrowed eyes that basically said 'Call me that again and your family won't have to worry about your succession'

The guards surrounded him all ready to fight. ‘’I am afraid you have been too away from the capital that you have forgotten where you stand brother. It is not your place to decide who to sacrifice and who not to. She is the chosen one with the mark of Zeranda and as such she is to be killed today and no one can stop it, back off you are not on your grounds” Philip Williams, the eldest prince of the first wife of King Williams stood war front before his younger brother. He is known for his quick temperament and judgemental attitude. He has always been jealous and feels he is treated less than his brother and everything within winning the throne is nothing but a game of survival to him. “Never

He was the last person she ever wanted to see — the reason for all her suffering since childhood. Samuel Hamilton. And beside him, her arm looped possessively through his, stood Sophia Green — Abigail’s mother.

She was wearing something that reminded me of what the ancient Egyptian Female Pharaohs wore in the pictures of our history books from school; a headdress made of gold with stone accents, and a very revealing white dress with gold trimming. “Hello mistress. My name is Stephanie. I am here to take you to the King. He has requested your presence.” Her voice was soft and very friendly. It was almost alluring. “Can we trust her?” I asked Koa. “I say we don’t trust anybody. We already know there’s witches about and putting spells on shit or even us. Tread carefully sweetie.” Koa still on guard ready for an attack. “Let’s play a game then shall we?” I smirked at my thought and I’m pretty sure I sa

Philip said, nonchalantly like that was a normal thing. “Why? What kind of threat did she pose for you and your group?” I asked fiercely. “She owned the Clinton Empire,” Philip said and my face narrowed. “She was basically one of the richest people on the planet.” “And that posed a threat to you and to your way of life?” I asked him. “No, not really. She wanted to partner with another woman which will make them the most powerful people in the world and we could not allow that to happen,” he said and sipped from his glass of wine.

Tears started streaming down my cheeks as the reality of my situation finally hit the right nerve. I was born Princess Phillipa of the Lycans. I wasn’t even called Helena. I lived my life as an omega orphan. I was shunned by my pack only to be found by the man who would eventually return me to my parents. It was such an incredible story that I physically had trouble believing it still.

her mother pleaded, trying desperately to mend the situation. “She is not Daphne! She can never be Daphne!” Phillip interrupted, his voice thick with emotion. “Dianna is timid and introverted, the kind who prefers to stay in the shadows. But Daphne…. uhmm....” His voice softened, “Daphne was vibrant, self-assured, and effortlessly commanded any room she entered.”