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Emma wandered toward the section of notebooks and journals, her fingers brushing spines until she paused at one with a simple cover. “You like that one?” James asked softly. Emma nodded. “I want to write again. Not for anyone else. For myself.” James smiled. “Take it.” At the counter, the bookseller offered a friendly nod. No recognition. No whispers. James realized how much he missed small moments of anonymity like this—being an ordinary man buying a book at night. Outside, the air had grown colder. They walked slowly back to the car. As James settled Ethan into his seat, the boy murmured, half-asleep, “Papa.”

"What's the name of this artist of yours, Bob? He famous? Someone we should know? If he isn't, he should be." "Alexanders." Bob shifts in his seat, looking uneasy. "James Alexanders." I nod agreement with Will. "I think I'd like to meet him," I say. "A man that can conjure something like this from his imagination and then make it work, he's got to be worth knowing."

Both James and I took a step back, muttering apologies. "Let's stop behaving like petulant children and discuss the real issue here," James said, glancing at the room where Ella lay swathed in bandages. My blood boiled at the sight; whoever was behind this incident, I vowed to give them a taste of hell itself. "Ella is not a regular human. She is half-dragon, descended from a lineage that possesses warlock magic," I confessed, knowing I could trust James with this truth. His eyes widened at the revelation, rendering him momentarily speechless.

I'm writing it because of my sheer love of reading and writing romance novels. I'm on D****e with a very popular story: My Teacher, My Mate You can search for me under Molly Chu or the title above. I'm on W*****d under my new pseudonim: Kat James I've won prizes for my works on other websites and been offered to ghost write for a well-known, published books in hardback and softback, and so this might be my last novel on here and it's actually getting offers elsewhere so I might move over to another platform soon and finish this novel on there because I highly doubt they will let me have this or any other novel aside from Middle Land as "completed" because they would have to actually pay me.

"Great." "Drop the sarcasm please, Daisy," James said. "I want an honest answer." "I want to kill Emma, shoot Dante, occasionally punch Noah and shake Joey and tell him to get the hell away from this place," I said. "Mixed emotions then," James nodded. "I think it's pretty clear." "Eli informed me you and Emma don't get along." "You spoke to Eli?" "I speak to all of your housemates, excluding the newcomers, about you." "That's fucking creepy and I wouldn't trust a word that comes out of Eli's mouth."

death, James—who had always been an obsessive neat freak—panicked and clutched my body, sobbing in uncontrollable grief. "Darling! Wake up! Don't scare me! We promised to grow old together. How could you be so cruel and leave me like this?" Cassandra tried to comfort him, only to be shoved aside. "Don't touch me. The only one who can touch me is El!" Later, James collapsed onto the ground, crying like a child. He bent over and spat out a mouthful of blood before passing out on the spot. The comment section was filled with people mourning our so-called love.

The Letter in the Drawer* Elma found it while cleaning her desk for the move to the Foundation office next month. Yellow paper. Her handwriting from 21 years ago. Age 36. During the last appeal. Ink smudged from tears she didn’t remember. `James,` `You took 2 lives. We built 18,200.` `You tried to sell us. We bought ourselves.` `You wanted to be remembered. We remembered by forgetting you.` `You lost. We didn’t become you to win.`

I said it was a bit awkward. “The pleasure is all mine,” he said, taking my hand as he placed a kiss on my knuckles, “I must say, you both look so alike, even your eyes.” James said with a smile, he looked like a nice guy. “Oh Elena's eyes aren't blue, they're actually hazel. She has contact on for some personal reasons but she can take it off so you can see her beautiful eyes, right Elena?” Elara said clearly excited as she went to stand beside James who held her on her waist.

He looks impressed, “Your mom tells me that you love reading. What’s your favorite book?” I glance at Mom, her face turning pink while Lacey looks down at her plate and starts eating. “I like E.L. James, Carly Phillips, Harper Sloan, and Nora Roberts. I’d happily curl up with any one of their books.” He frowns, “I’ve heard of Nora Roberts, but haven’t read any of her books, the others I can’t say I’ve ever heard of them.” “Oh you’d have heard of E.L. James, she wrote Fifty Shades Of Grey.” Lacey pipes up, and I watch in amusement as Harrison’s face falls as he realizes exactly what Fifty is all about. “What about you, Mr. Brady, do you read?”

“Eloïse Archer. You’re known as a paragon of virtue, a charitable woman admired for your humanity and philanthropy. People call you an angel, a champion of the downtrodden. I’ve heard stories of how you’ve uplifted lives with your empathy and generosity.” James’s voice grew sharper, each word a deliberate strike. “But from the way you spoke just now, spitting venom at Katniss, belittling someone you don’t even know—I wonder, is this the same woman those stories praise? Or are they just lies spun to maintain your image?” Eloïse’s face twisted in fury, but James didn’t waver. Giselle, nestled in his arms, clung to him tightly, as if sensing the storm brewing around us.