Jaiden X James Novels & Stories

He knew me so well. “Don’t freak out but it looks like Chad and Alex are buddies. James tried to find out about his parents and his ‘so-called’ girlfriend, but it turns out that he grew up in foster care with Alex and he doesn’t have a girlfriend.” He looked at me intently trying to figure out my reaction.

They started working together and relied on each other's strengths. They joined the Army together and served three tours in eight years. When they got out, they decided to stay around the house and help Jax, dad's head of security, train the team that stays on the property full time. They even built their own firing range and training site at the back of the property. James is a few years older than me and he is nothing like Noah and Oliver. He was a little nerdy, tall slender figure, and he keeps to himself mostly. He takes off to Paris every chance he gets to stay with his girlfriend, Emily. I’ve come to the realization that the gene pool must have run out by the time it got to me. I was t

At that moment, the Lehman siblings walked over to James. Shawn looked at the disheveled James. He shook his head lightly and said, “What were you doing, James? Do you even know who Xainte is? She’s not someone you can meet whenever you’d like. Prodigies from major sects and families aren’t even able to meet her, let alone someone like you.” James sat on the ground disappointedly and did not say a word in response. Xainte was his daughter. Was it so hard to see his daughter?

He sounded so mature and did not sound like a child. Adrian was so shocked that his jaw fell slack. This kid was James' younger brother? "You... Aren't you Summer's younger brother?" Adrian started doubting his life. "I was picked up by her. This is my blood brother," Ben explained reluctantly before speaking again. "We have the same father but different mothers." Adrian gulped and carefully looked at James and his mini version (the mixed-race kid). "Your dad's genes are really good." "My genes are also good." James forced a smile. "Follow me back to the ward!"

Jaymes POV I took care of myself the weekend and today when I woke to go to my lecture I realized that I can't remember the last 2 months and I don't know how to fix that but the one thing I know is I'm not gonna miss any lectures its my final year. I wish my parents and brother was here to talk about what is going on. It feels like the world has gone crazy, its like everything is upside down it's not like there is anyone I can talk to and have them listen to me.

"Absolutely not. Each of you is your mother's biological son. You are each about a year apart in age. Mr. Walker...uh...Killian." Jackson gave a rough laugh. "Since we were all four Mr. Walker, the man must have realized he needed to take a different approach." "Killian," Benner continued, "you're the oldest at twenty-seven, and Dylan, you're youngest. It must be a very strong DNA strain in your father to have produced men who look so similar." Besides different eye and hair color, their faces and bodies could have been stamped from the same mold.

—his eyes move toward the kitchen—“people.” Adam laughs. Plopping down beside me on the bed, he runs his fingers into his dark hair. “Dad, Jaden isn’t exactly Cade’s type. You don’t have to worry about him. He isn’t around much, anyway.” Not his type? Not that I care, but why? Maybe because I’m five foot two, and the boob fairy ran out of material when she gave all the other girls theirs. “Good,” Dad says, straightening his tie. “I’ve got to jet. If you … need anything let me know, okay?”

Krystal’s heartbeat pounded violently against his chest. The only thought running through his mind was to cancel the engagement at any cost. Maybe if one way or the other, he gets to stop this meeting from happening, then maybe, just maybe, he could avoid the tragic end awaiting Caspian Vale. “Young Master?” the maid called again from outside. “Master Vale is growing impatient.” “Right… Caspian’s father.” Krystal clenched his fists. It escaped him, the kind of man Casp’s father was. He was the kind who cared more about power and reputation than his own son.

"He was like a fish..." "When did you two become best friends?" I interject. "I don't want revenge." "Why?" Linda looks genuinely confused. "Because it's not right, and it won't make a difference in my life." "Wrong," Damien says. "You get to become a COO." "And what James did to you is awful," Linda chimes in. "He should've told you that he was in love with someone else, and he didn't." Damien nods. "Thank you, Linda."