James 1 2 3 Niv Novels & Stories

“I know where she is.” “Whatever you want, Ivy. Do it however you want. I will follow your lead,” James says, for once looking sure of himself and ready to take down a beast. A smile creeps across my lips as I look at Enzo. I’ve already made one alpha bow down to my will today. Now it’s time to get ready to make another fall at my feet.

DESTINY "I need answers, James," I said, my voice steady, though I could feel the tremor of anger coursing through me. I glimpsed that fury mirrored in his stormy eyes, causing my insides to quiver. James raked his fingers through his unruly hair, strands cascading over his face, partially obscuring my view of him. With a sigh, he muttered, "Well..." The sound of his exhalation hung in the air, thick with uncertainty. "I wish I could give you answers, Sugar. I truly do. But for now, I have none," he bit out the words, his frustration palpable.

Joshua's POV Three days after the Blue Moon pack had gone home. The pack house was quiet in the way large spaces went quiet when they'd recently been full. I met James in the kitchen. He was reading something at the table. He didn't look up when I sat across from him. "I'm going to ask her," I said. James turned a page. "I know," he said. "I want to do it right." He looked up. His face had the particular impression he gave when he was deciding whether to say the obvious or let it land on its own.

“James is truly amazing. He obtained the earth’s first, second, and third providence. He rose against all odds in this Apocalypse Age.” “He’s terrifyingly formidable and is miles above the prodigies around his age. After obtaining the third providence, he’ll definitely reach even greater heights. After that, nothing will be able to hinder him. He’ll improve rapidly, and it won’t take long before he can surpass the older generation.” “This human is very impressive.”

Pain was written clearly in his eyes as he said, “I always thought Caleb had himself forced on you while David seduced you. But when I saw the way you were with them…” It turned out that James was already there when I held hands with Caleb. I fell silent. I did not know how to explain my relationship with Caleb and David to him. James paused for a moment before saying, “Why is it that you can love them but can’t try to love me?” His voice was so sorrowful that I quickly comforted him. “I love you too.” James’s eyes instantly lit up. He looked as if his whole being had come alive with radiance.

Carmen pointed out. “That’s old news, dear Carmen,” Jenna sounded assured. “Because if that was the case, he wouldn’t have called me and given all these instructions. I’m supposed to wait here for him, and after that, I can mind my own business, and you all can do yours.” Before anyone could say much, the entrance door opened, and James walked in with two more men of his. He limped a little before he came to a stop, but other than that, he looked mighty fine.

Time seemed to crystallize in the vast underground chamber. James's weapon remained trained on the tactical team, whose members exchanged confused glances, their own weapons hesitating between targets. "James?" Geneva's voice carried disbelief tinged with fury. "What are you doing?" "What Father would have wanted." James's gaze never wavered, his stance perfectly balanced. "What you taught me to do, Mother—always be three moves ahead." Alex maintained his protective position before Sonia, but his expression revealed deep calculation. "You're playing both sides."

“We cannot fight Jacob alone. We will have to be ready for James too.” He gave me a long look, pride and fear mixing in his expression. “Natalie, you're playing a dangerous game.” “I know”, I sighed, I didn't argue. “But fear is all we have got.” I refuse to sit back and let men like Jacob or James control our fate.” The night before we would start moving forward, James gathered us again. He spread his detailed maps across the table, then he pointed at entry points, where to exit, and where to find the vault. He was confident, calm and commanding.

James continued at once. BOOM! ***

The full unguarded version of what it did to him. “Come home,” she said. James was on the pavement having come out before them, standing with his hands in his pockets and the expression of a man who had just watched the formal conclusion of a story his father had begun trusting in a corridor in 1992. “He named Helena Calloway and James Obi first,” James said. “In that order. Before anyone else.”