Etta And Otto And Russell And James Novels & Stories

Otto had just entered Carrington Mansion when he heard laughter coming from the living room. He stopped in his tracks. Agatha noticed him. She smiled and said to him, "Otto, what are you still standing there for? The Fergusons are here to see you. Come and say hello to them." Otto furrowed his brows. He had a bad feeling about this. After some hesitation, he headed over and greeted everyone in the living room. "I haven't seen Otto for a long time. He looks even more mature already, unlike our Ella. She's already 20-something years old, yet she's still like a little kid."

I notice, to my utmost satisfaction, that Mariella can’t keep her eyes off him. “What do you do, James?” Henry asks. He’s seated now and together with Patty, they’re arranging a spread of cupcakes and cookies just for Ethan. “I’m a graphics designer at Alten,” James replies, sipping a chilled beer. “Really?” Mariella perks up, “Alten is just two crossings away from our us.” “I know. Star and I have lunch together everyday.” I jab him with my elbow as Mariella’s face falls. “It’s a tradition we never quite seemed to outgrow since junior school,” he adds.

They both turned to see James approaching, sweat glistening on his forehead, a towel slung casually over his shoulder. “Uncle James!” Arthur called, beaming. “Hey, big man.” James ruffled his hair, smiling warmly. “How are you doing?” “I’m fine,” Arthur said proudly, grinning back. James looked up, his gaze settling on Cassia. “Good morning, Cassia.” “Morning, James. Join us for breakfast?” she asked, and without hesitation, he sat. Cassia served him a plate. James didn’t wait, he twirled his fork into the pasta, took a bite, and closed his eyes briefly. “Thank you,” he muttered. “This tastes just like it used to. I didn’t realize how much I missed it.”

“Just… wondering if there’s anything I can actually do. Some way to clear our names without having to wait on Otto suddenly growing a conscience. Which, let’s be real, won’t happen. Probably.” Right on cue, like the universe had bad timing, someone called her name. “Cassie!” I didn’t need to turn to know who it was. My gut went cold before my eyes even landed on him. Otto. Jogging toward us like he actually belonged here. Every muscle in me coiled up tight. He ignored me, of course. His attention was on Cassie. “What do you want?” Cassie asked. Her voice curt. “Tell me how to make this right.”

"Leticia—" "You heard her." Lucas turned to James. His body leaned forward slightly, elegant and predatory at once. His voice was low, but the pressure in it chilled the air. "James Colombo. You had nine chances to keep her by your side. You wasted all nine. Now she is beside me. And I will tell you this: I will spend my life treating her well because she is Leticia. She is my Principessa. She is my Donna. He paused, and the faint, dangerous curve of his smile fully appeared.

Once James was gone, Nina's heart sank. What did Russell mean by suggesting James have a child with Sierra? Did it imply giving up on James? It was impossible. James was Russell and Maria's only child, the sole inheritor of the Burts. Considering Sierra was not with child right now, how could Russell and Maria give up on James for an unborn child? Although James might not shine as brightly as Chris, he was a much better catch than the idle rich kids in their social circle. In that case, why was Russel and Maria disappointed in James?

The next morning Ella walked into class. She decided to have a new outlook on life. She looked at James Wallas as he entered and to her surprise his greasy hair was now clean and shiny. He had trimmed it and spiked it up with some hair gel. His clothes were no longer big and bulky and his face was super smooth and no longer looking like a dry sponge cake. He looked at Ella with a big smile. Ella took her seat next to him. James turned to look at her directly. He stuck out his hand , " I think we got off on the wrong foot. Hi. My name is James Wallas."

I just smile and said goodbye to my mom. Now everything makes sense. I met him when I went to the Ottave mansion for the first time. I almost broke their vase. Good thing is James came right on time, he was able to catch the vase before it fell on the ground. Since then we became friends and I considered him as my savior. I call him Maru because I find that name unique. I didn’t know that he is also an Ottave. Because he is not there whenever I attended their family’s party or celebration. I even thought that he’s the son of the Ottave’s housekeeper.

“I admit that Her Highness Shyla is an omega, but we don’t make rules here, Maddox. Why aren’t you thankful that your Erasthai is here to complete your quest and strengthen your rule over the Kingdom?” I shot up and turned the table over him, his surprised growl satisfied me to the core. This matter was challenging my sanity, only my revenge from Alpha Raymond was the ray of peace in this impenetrable darkness. I chuckled, masking my inner turmoil with indifference, this was my signature move in difficult times. “Her highness Shyla? You are wasting respect for a dumb omega who is unaware of the word Erasthai!” James set the table back and arranged the items over it, his defensive tone was dr

He said “What?” Dora asked “You were the son of Alpha Wills?” “Yes, and Asher is my brother” Ottio said “That is hard to believe, we never heard of you nor see you anywhere around while growing up” Loris said, clearly not believing a word coming from Ottio's mouth “True and there is a reason behind that” Ottio said, while growing up he was never around that was why he knew little about Alpha Ella, and considering what happened in his pack and his exile, he never paid attention to details while growing up and see where that has landed him.