El James Novels & Stories

someone has taken their photo. WHILE IN THE OTHER COUNTRY.... In a dark room ... LISA JAMES was sitting in the centre of the room... Mr James entered the room and because of drakness he was not ABLE TO see anything.. when he switched on the lights.. the whole room was destroyed... each and previous items were broken into pieces... Mr James was not at all shocked seeing her.. because he knew that he had SPOILED her daughter beyond the limit...but what he can do.. she is his daughter and the hieress of James empire...

Emma giggled. “You do too!” “Well, I’m glad you guys like your bath stuff. It’s so hard to pick for someone else, ya know?” A she wolf with long, jet black hair, tan skin, and striking blue eyes entered the room addressing Emma and I with a warm smile. “Jade, Emma, this is Jasper’s mate and our beta female Cleo.” Elliott gestured to this beautiful girl and her smile grew wider. I couldn’t help but feel drawn to her, she had such a vibrant energy about her.

“Men Darius trusts. They move quietly, outside pack borders. If he wanted to hide her, he wouldn’t keep her on his land. He’d use one of them.” “Names,” I said, my patience thinning. She nodded slowly. “One of them is called Elric. He handles Darius’s remote estates. Isolated places, old hunting lodges, storage compounds, places no one thinks to check.” I memorized the name instantly. Kai stepped forward. “And what do you get out of this, Claire? Redemption?”

Leo reached for me with his hands, his own eyes flashing Scarlett rushed in from a corner. “They cannot hide much longer!” She yelled, her voice shaking. “Those pups are too strong. I hope rogues will not find them out any time soon Then… as if Scarlett’s words called the devil, I smelled danger before I saw the harbinger. Cassandra. She walked in without knocking, feeling proud as usual, her dress looking too fancy for the ‘dirty Omega quarters’ I was. Her sharp eyes were flipping around the room until they stopped on the cribs.

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.

Elsie asked, her curiosity evident. "What do you think?" Jasmine responded, her expression hinting at a deeper understanding. "A psychic?" Elsie guessed, her voice laced with skepticism. This earned a laugh from Jasmine. She rocked her head back, "I am not a psychic." Her eyes sparkled with amusement. "Then what are you?" Elsie pressed, her brow furrowed in confusion. "I have also been reincarnated." Jasmine's voice was calm and matter-of-fact. "What?" Elsie's eyes widened in surprise, her mouth slightly agape.

She turned to Elias, who was sitting across from her, his expression inscrutable. “Elias,” she said, her voice trembling. “I saw something… someone who looked exactly like me. She was standing on a cliff, whispering your name.” Elias’s eyes flickered with something that might have been a surprise or concern, but he quickly masked it with a calm demeanor. “Nyxterra is a place of echoes and shadows,” he said carefully. “It reflects the remnants of memories and emotions that have been lost or buried. It’s not uncommon for people to encounter visions of themselves or those they have known.”

Those words had haunted us for days as Amira dug, searched, pressed every thread until at last she found where the cave truly was. And now that we know, I am here on this road, steering closer with every mile. I told myself a thousand times that I owe Nadia nothing. That beast deserves nothing from me. Yet my hands grip the wheel, and this drive itself proves the lie. I do owe her. The night wind slips in through the crack of my window and washes over my face. Cold against my skin, sharp against my cheekbones — it almost feels like mockery. Who would have thought that I, Eleanor Rhys James, would be on my way to rescue a werewolf? A mutt. A bloody mutt.

The inside wasn’t any better as I could see the peels in the wall, faded paint and the air had a heavy scent of blood and death. “Welcome to the black market, child.” Of course I had already figured they were part of the black market, I was no fool. Looking around carefully I could see body parts of werewolves, elixirs, and rare monster parts. “Tell me your name child.” Osborne asked. “I’m Elsa.” The fear in my voice betraying my supposed poise. “Well Elsa, it’s too bad you’re the unlucky werewolf that was caught today. You can’t imagine what we plan to do with you.

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.