Ky Hamilton の小説・ストーリー

It will kill me and all my friends. Phelan pounced again. This time, Don brought Riptide up in a deadly arc. The hellhound disintegrated into dust and fur. He had prepared for this midnight of the moon, for he had the news already at hand. He could see More wolves surged forward—snakes and giants and telkhines—but the wolf roared at them, and they backed off, “One on one?” He called. “Just like old times?” Phelon's nostrils quivered. She seriously needed to keep a pack of Kleenex in her armor pocket because that nose was wet and red and pretty gross. She unstrapped her dagger and swung it around. It was beautiful in a harsh, I’m~going~to-gut~you~like~a~fish way. Each of its twin blades was

" No, I will. I'm not going to cower away like always. He has hurt my parents and he drew the line right there." " Court he is Lucas Kingston. He is the most powerful mafia in the country. You cannot fight him alone. I agree he has done terrible shit, but you need to take a decision calmly and composed, not aggressively like this." " Noah, you tell me what options do I have? Do you think my husband's going to believe me if I say a mafia is going to kill him? Do you think he'll even listen to me? If he even listens to me he will probably laugh it off."

I snap at Dana making my way back to my mother’s room. “Mr. Grayson, you can take her back” she says to a man that was standing at the end of the hallway like a statue. I didn’t even see him standing there when I walked out of the room, that’s scary. He’s about my height, with dark hair and eyes, he is wearing all black, and he looks to be middle eastern.

The power aura rolling off him was thick, and I felt like I was suffocating. "I said Damon!" I said aloud, triggered by Nyx's suggestion to get rid of the powerful liar, for the safety of my babies, even if that means returning to the wolf that broke me. "He is my... my only link to the pack! I need his help! You can't just barge in here and claim me!" He stepped closer, slow and threatening, his eyes never leaving Caesar's. "You will forget that Omega's name. You belong to me, and our sons are of my bloodline. The only pack you need to worry about is the one I lead."

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

“What makes you think that I want you to sit with me. And in any case, I am waiting for somebody.” “Well, then I must come to sit with you.” “I don’t know if you are deaf, but I said I am waiting for something, so unless you are Mr. Hamilton, I am not interested in you.” I hear as he bursts out with such a burst of deep laughter from his chest; I swear it turns my knees week. “Well, lucky for you then, I am Mr. Hamilton.” “Sorry to burst that bubble, but the Mr. Hamilton I am meeting is much older than you.”

His presence filled the space before he even spoke. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said smoothly, his tone refined, charming even. “I hope I’m not intruding. I do intend to come on time when it is meetings like this.” I gestured for him to sit. “Not at all. You have me at a disadvantage, though. I don’t believe we’ve met. And given your scent, I can tell that you are not from here, Alpha.” He smiled, slow and confident, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach the eyes. “Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.”

“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.

She told her walking straight forward to the restaurant to have some drink probably now. I made my way to the man, who is looking at the water. He is thinking, occupied by his thought's. Not seeing anywhere but except the blue water painted with orange colored light rays now. I came near to him, a 7 feet distance, he has sharp jaw, and I'm familiar with his jaw, he got a phone call so he turned right side and take out his phone. Now I had a clear view of his face. He is none other than Mr. Alexander Hamilton.

"What are you talking about?" Camille leaned in. The cloying scent of her expensive rose perfume felt like a toxin invading my lungs. "You think he’s just some simple cafe owner who took pity on a girl in a sinking ship? You think he’s the hero who saved your family out of the goodness of his heart?" She paused, letting the silence grow heavy. Suffocating. "Gareth Hamilton is the Chairman of Hamilton Heritage Capital. The sole owner of an empire that controls trillions in assets across three continents. And this man..." Camille shot a contemptuous look at Gary, "...is just one of the many fixers he pays to do his dirty work."