James 1 2 3 Niv Novels & Stories

“Trust? You won't even consider us good enough for a conversation and you expect trust? The other male elbows him. “That doesn't matter right now man. We're pack and I don't need him to like me to want us all to get outta here safely.” He faces me. “I'm James and that's Colt,” he gestures to the girl, “ That's Ivy. Now we’ve all met, so how do you want to get outta here?” Something about what James said doesn't sit right with me, but now isn't the time to dwell on it.

Now only one man stood. James, the well-dressed man with salt-and-pepper hair and designer loafers from earlier. He stared at the scene, blood everywhere, men unconscious, Neva standing untouched in the middle. “Who are you… really?” James asked, almost whispering. Neva tilted her head. “Neva.” “Stop. Or I’ll shoot.” He raised his gun. Neva smiled and said, “Go ahead.” Then, she pointed behind him. “Oops, there comes a member.”

James showed up just behind them with hundreds of his armies behind him. “Alpha J-James, w-what are you doing here?” Aron questioned and everyone could see how his legs were trembling. “I am here because I’m visiting my friend Alpha Marvin.” James showed how close he is with Marvin by Alpha. “How about you, what are you doing here.” James wasn’t asking a question, he was demanding it. He took a step forward to intimidate Aron and it worked. No one dared to speak up at Aron’s team but the newbie, who had just joined, took a step forward.

"Want to go get ready?" "Elizabeth?" James' call of my name drowns out Jared’s voice and I pant, suddenly feeling lightheaded with the pair of eyes on me, both expecting me to pick one over the other. James holds my gaze longer and his eyes soften with each second that passes, the defiance that was present in them when he first arrived almost dimming. He pleads instead, begging me without his words to not choose another guy over him, and the vulnerability I see in his eyes punches my guts, almost knocking me out of breath.

However, she was taken aback by his stern and resolute reply. "But you still report to the King, and he holds sway over every aspect of this place. If you seek knowledge, you can approach the King for answers," James retorted, his words slicing through the air with an icy sharpness. The change in the atmosphere was palpable, and Jessica's heart ached as she witnessed James's unyielding demeanor. She had endured his rudeness, his disdainful glares, and his undeniable loathing for her throughout her life, ever since she had discovered him as her mate.

Gideon blurted. I shook my head and grit my teeth in anger as I spoke, “You can have everything, but the fact won't change that James is still the powerful Alpha King. His legacy will remain in the hearts of those who knew him. He will stay in my heart whatever you will do. James is the one and only Alpha King!” Gideon's eyes darkened after I said those words to him. He was about to raise his hand to slap me in the face when Calvin spoke up.

James cut Josh off impatiently. Josh nodded, not doubting James' words so he immediately asked, "Alright, fine. I understand." However, before they could discuss the war strategy, Thyme asked, "James, wait a minute!" "What's wrong?" Josh asked Thyme instead. "Oh my God, Josh! Look at us! There's only three of us," Thyme said. James nodded, "I know what you mean." Thyme raised an eyebrow, "What then?" Josh who still didn't understand immediately asked, "What do you two mean? So what if it's just the three of us?"

Felicity's POV " Dear brothers and sisters, when troubles of any kind come your way, consider it an opportunity for great joy. For you know that when your faith is tested, your endurance has a chance to grow. James chapter one verses two to three," announced by a Catholic faith defender in a busy street in New York. To tell you guys, New York has become extremely crowded, filled with people at all times of day and night and it's kind of making me a little bit stressed. I'm not still used to being a New Yorker who finds it enjoyable to walk through a crowded street.

"Don't forget to pack your stuffs properly. We will ask Osinala when we get to Umuise tomorrow to ask some men to help you carry your luggages. Good night James." "Good night Paul," James said. He got up and went to the room Paul Okeke had prepared for him. His clothes, bible and some books were scattered around. He arranged the bamboo bed properly and closed the window gently then he grabbed his bible. It was king James Version, the holy book first published in 1611 under the auspices of a great king of England, King James the first. The book was dark and had the Holy Bible written on the top of it. He opened it and stopped, then he flicked through the pages using the palm oil lamp that was

both tall, broad-shouldered men who carry themselves with the same quiet authority as their father. “James,” I say, forcing a smile. “Welcome.” James steps inside, his boots clicking against the marble floor. He doesn’t return the smile. Instead, he huffs, his sharp eyes scanning the room as if assessing the worth of everything in it. “These are my boys,” he says gruffly, gesturing to the two men behind him. “Jonathan and Adam.” I extend a hand, shaking theirs in turn. Their grips are firm, their gazes unreadable.