Fuhad And James Age Novels & Stories

James POV "So when is she coming back?"I asked Penny's Nanny "I really don't know sir"she said plainly I exhaled loudly storking my jaw "Okay then...tell her I visited"I walked away and got into my car I drove slowly on the road with thoughts of Penny filling my head I wonder why she hates people? Since I knew her...she never had a friend...expect from me...cause I always forced myself on her Well am James Hudson...27 years of age and a multi millionaire

“How old are you son?” “I’m twenty-eight,” Jason replied as they walked up to the room. “So young,” James replied, still making this scene even more awkward. He treated him like his son even when he knew he was fucking his wife. It was weird but humbling. Amy sat on the bed and began undressing as James sat in the chair right beside her. Jason didn’t think he could go through with it as his hands froze on his shirt, but with much conviction, he undressed to do his job.

Opula replied. James smiled ear to ear and then corked a grateful smirk at Opula before holding her arms warmly, “Today is the best day of my life. You never told me you were seeing my son. Oh my God, thank you for getting pregnant for him. This is the kind of news that I want to hear often.” James said cheerfully at Fanny and then said emphatically, “With this I guess the two billion dollar contract is sealed because Rod is going to marry Opula.”

“Okay, I’m just gonna say it. What you did in class today was straight-up shitty.” “James leaned back, his tall frame making the plastic chair look tiny. His deep voice rumbled out, sounding far too mature for his skinny neck. “I’m with Jess on this one. Not cool, Rox.” Among the four of us, he was the tallest, though not the richestyet he was easily the funniest. Together, we were all turning 19 this year. Jessica had been the first, born in April; James and John shared the month of May, while mine fell in November.

They only knew he had looked after her, her whole life as a protector. Bear and Jade are still married with four kids. James II (JAG) is age 25, Jasper (Doc) age 23, Jack age 21, and Jazmine (Jazz) age 20. Bear is now 67 and handed over the President title to Jag, which was completely earned. Jag also runs one of the auto shops.

Likewise, Han and Grey only took a short break. "So you're getting married, huh?" Jayden asked James trying to kill the boredom. James grinned without glancing. "I'm 34 years old, Jay. I've lived a tough life since I was little. I wasn't born into a family or a mother who wanted me to exist." Jayden listened to James' story without turning to look at him. "Having Delilah was the most beautiful thing I've ever had." Jayden chuckled and nodded. "I think that's how I felt when Ratu was born," James said, slightly turning his head and smiling at Jayden. Jayden smiled and nodded.

teased David with a wide grin. James was the second youngest among them whereas Shadow was the youngest. She was reported to be in her late 20s. She was 28-year-old. The youngest lord ever. James cries. He cries for the dream that he thought he'd lost, of him and his people living happily together, of being the strong leader. He cries from the years he lost, wishing and dreaming that dissolved like smoke before he even reached his hand out. He cries because he gave up on himself and because it’s all his fault.

"I've been ready for five years. I just wanted to wait until the children were old enough to remember." James Bennett arrives next, looking handsome and mature at twenty-four. His fiancé Emma holds his arm, both of them glowing with the happiness of young love. It still amazes me how much James has grown since those early days when he was just a troubled teenager inheriting too much responsibility. "Mona," James says, kissing my cheek. "Thank you for including us in your family celebration." "You are family," I reply, meaning every word. "You always will be."

James go as far as mocking Max's British accent, too. And I scoff. Color drains away from Max's face as he slowly looks over at me, bemused. "What?" "How old is this kid again?" "Three years, eleven months and eight days." "Just you wait asshole, you'vent seen N'thing yet." James gives Max the middle finger. And Max mouth flaps open to say something, then shut close. He repeats the action twice. I won't blame him though, James is too smart and exposed to be almost four.

“Let’s just say... there’s a reason some stories don’t make it to the news. Not all wars are clean. Not all ghosts are dead.” Sadie turned sharply on him. “And you knew too?” James nodded once. “We’ve been friends for five years.” “And you didn’t say anything?” she accused. “It’s not my secret,” James said simply. “And for the record, I only found out they got married the day before yesterday. So, really, you beat me to it. The bastard didn't even invite me.” “She nearly died,” Sadie snapped. James didn’t flinch. “She also saved his life. Kind of goes both ways.”