Best James Bond Novels & Stories

Who is this guy? Why haven’t I screamed yet? Should I call the police? No, maybe? How did he find me? Stella continued to look at the man in front of her while her mind what racing. He cleared his throat and said “My name is James, James Bond.” Lunafuckingtic.

"Sorry, I should have been more specific. The building is putting off heat, as in, it's being used. I can't tell how many people are inside." Jamie was grateful regardless. "That's still more than we knew. Thanks, Diha. You're like a regular Bond girl or something." "Bond girl?" Harper chuckled, though the sound was tense. "I think you mean Q. It was Q that gave James Bond his gadgets." "Wasn't there a quartermaster in one of the latest movies?" Evan asked. "How the fuck should I know?" Jamie wished he hadn't said anything. Diha chuckled, but it was an awkward sound. "I'm just doing my job, guys."

"Dad, you made a pinky promise—you'd never split me and Elaine up. If Elaine can't come with me to the big ceremony, then count me out." James's bold stance said it all—Malcolm was totally wrapped around his finger. Malcolm paused, then turned to me with a look that was all apologies. "James is still new here and without any friends. I'm worried he'll get spooked. Let's just say yes to Elaine tagging along, okay?" He seemed worried I would get the wrong idea, so he quickly said, "However, just so we're clear, you're my Luna, the star of the ceremony, and that's set in stone."

He is smooth and commanding, guiding me into a slow dance that’s ridiculously seductive, so that I’m smiling and suppressing giddy laughs, while also incinerating. I want to say there is no way in hell a man can be this suave, this debonair, outside of a Humphrey Bogart movie, and yet he’s all that and Pretty Woman’s Richard Gere wrapped into one, sans the gray temples. Jameson has a head of thick, lush hair that I’m always itching to run my fingers through.

He had haunted my dreams and most of my waking moments over the last two months, so to see him in the flesh again kind of threw me for a loop. He was tall and good-looking as ever. He was wearing a tuxedo, a simple black affair that was beautifully tailored to show off his broad shoulders, muscular arms, and powerful chest. He wore it better than Daniel Craig or even Sean Connery at his peak – and both of those Bonds can rock a tuxedo.

The mysterious phone call, his insistence on taking her somewhere special, the careful way he had selected his clothes—everything pointed to this being the moment she had dreamed of so many times. Williams looked absolutely magnificent as he came out of the bathroom, every inch the powerful, sophisticated man she had fallen in love with. His hair was perfectly styled despite the white bandage wrapped around his head from his injury, and he moved with that natural confidence that had always set him apart from other men. Even injured, even confused about portions of his recent past, he was devastatingly handsome in a way that made her breath catch in her throat. "You look incredible," she said

“Otherwise you’re ruining the James Bond effect.” James Bond? Yes, I looked damn good, but Declan was the one who could’ve filled in for whichever A-list stud Hollywood had picked for the role this time around. With his shoulders, and his stubble, and his piercing dark eyes, and the way the trousers hugged his muscled thighs…I snapped my own mouth shut. Drool would ruin my suit as much as a spilled martini would. It took me a second for my brain to catch up. “He shook them, not stirred them.”

“Anything you feel like talking about. Hell, you could probably wax eloquent on Cary Grant’s looks, and the therapist would just let you talk.” “Wax eloquent?” I could almost hear the smirk I knew would be on her face. “Yup. You know my philosophy on certain actors. They could be dead and decaying, but they’d still be sexy!” That got a laugh out of her. “Sean Connery?” “Benedict Cumberbatch.” That magical man will always be sexy. “Ryan Gosling?” Ugh. Kimia knows I hate the Notebook. “Ew, no.” I grinned at my next sexy star. “Denzel Washington.”

"Your bond was just dissolved, and he already let her wear that kind of ring. She is not explaining anything because she wants people to misunderstand." I looked at the diamond and found that it hurt less than I expected. "If she likes it, let her wear it." Bella stared at me for a moment. "The calmer you are, the more I think Aaron deserves to rot." We left the restaurant not long after, only to meet Aaron and Vivian at the entrance. Vivian was still on his arm, with the diamond displayed so openly that even someone trying not to look would have seen it. The moment she noticed me, satisfaction crossed her face before she replaced it with panic.