Hate Tate James Novels & Stories

This was me tearing them apart. She looked at me with pure hate in her eyes. But how could I let myself feel guilty when, in the next moment, she would say or do something to me that would make me feel stupid I had? Anyone else, I’d pity, but Tania, she deserved it, and I wasn’t allowed to pity her. I didn’t exactly plan it out like this, and I wasn’t ready for the truth to come out, but James didn’t leave me. And seeing him fight his daughter for me could only mean one thing.

“Director James.” In the industry, everyone knew who James was. He was an infamous director of low-brow erotic films, known for abusing actresses and putting them in degrading situations on set. That wasn't a rescue; it was a one-way ticket to hell and the total ruin of her dignity. Hearing Tania praise a piece of human trash like James with such feigned sincerity, Helena almost laughed out loud. The audacity of that woman was pathetic. The temperature in the room dropped dramatically. Helena's eyes flashed with a cutting coldness, sharp as the blade of a guillotine ready to fall.

Xander said as he burst out fake crying as Jace wrapped his hands around Xander and consoled him. "Oh honey, stop crying. I know It was horrible but the man killed someone. You got to feel nothing but anger for him. He deserves it." Jace said as the cop nodded his head staring at the two hot men seated and being inquired in front of him. The cop was a bit in shock, because in front of him is known CEO of J’s Empire, calling a guy honey. He didn’t know he was gay and that awed me a big. "Listen to your boyfriend, okay. It is okay, I am sorry you were traumatized. It's such a pity a vibrant doctor have to die." The cop said trying to sound cooperate while shaking his head as the paramedics jus

“James, I don’t think that’s a good idea. With everything that’s been going on—” “Yeah, I know,” he said. “I know. It’s fucked! Totally and completely fucked! People are fucking dead and I want to go out and throw fake body parts around and make fucking jokes about Torso and I Dismember Mama. But I love this stuff! My whole fucking life has been leading up to this. It’s my chance, you know? To not be a freak anymore.” “James . . . ”

“If you walk away from this, Ava, I’ll make sure she’s never found. And that’s my promise.” Tears burned in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. “You’re a monster,” she whispered. James’s expression didn’t change. If her words hurt him, he didn’t show it. “I’m a businessman,” he said simply. “And this is business.” Ava turned away, her chest heaving as she fought to regain control. She hated him in that moment more than she had ever thought possible. But more than that, she hated herself—for ever thinking she could win against someone like James Valquez.

Jacob is not around either, he went out telling no one where he was going to. James goes to change up. I wish I can change up too, exchange my dress for a t-shirt and shorts. He returns wearing a black hoodie and black skinny jeans ripped at his left knee. His shoulders are accented, the hoodie hangs from them. Lean, broad, strong. My eyes travel to his feet which are large, maybe a forty-seven. His toenails—like his fingernails—are tall rectangles, clipped and clean. While James cooks, Natalie and I watch a romance movie on their humongous flat screen TV. Natalie rolls her eyes at the clichés.

“Yeah, you’re right. We’re different. The reason you can be popular is because of Charlie. Now that you’ve gained some fame, you decided to sack him off.” “Quit lecturing me. If you want to be Charlie’s dog, then go ahead. I’m not listening to him, and I won’t be an A-lister.” James did not want to talk to her anymore, so he turned around and left after he finished speaking. Daisie looked at his back and fell deep in thought. She could understand why he didn’t like being an actor, but why would he hate it so much? “Ms. Vanderbilt, I apologize for what happened just now.” Amy looked at her and said, “James comes from a prestigious family, so he can be a bit of a loose cannon. By the way, I li

He came out and beat some Yakuzas fighting with Bryan and Aidan, who were half-battered. James Belgenza, aka James Harristian, is not a soft-hearted person. His face is deceiving, and many people are fooled when they see him. When meeting for the first time, people would never expect that James could kill coldly without any guilt expression. Unlike Aidan, with his lovely nickname "Angel" because of his cute face, James is the most handsome member of The Seven Wolves. His look was utterly expressionless as he shot someone's head at close range. He was used to crushing someone's head with a bullet. With his martial arts skills, James may not be as agile as Mars or Bryan. But he was solid, brut

He said that last part through a mouthful of hot bread. “You know, I used to think so highly of you, Tony.” When I looked at James, his face contorted into a look of distaste, my heart skipped a beat and the rhythm never went back to normal. I thought that he was truly disgusted with me and that he only brought me here to tell me face-to-face that I couldn’t see his son anymore and that he didn’t want me around and every other hurtful and homophobic thing my distressed brain could think of in that moment, until he uttered the next words: “But your taste in guys is just…seriously disturbing.”

“Nolan, I know you love my mom, but this changes nothing for the plan,” James says. “It changes everything.” I gulp the last of my whiskey. “I’m out. I refuse to be a part of your plan any longer. I’m done. You are not Charles, James. You are not the rogue that murdered your family. You are not evil in any sense. Don’t let hate sculpt you into one of them.”