James A Novel Novels & Stories

Leaving her looking at him from across the small apartment, her gaze stung and despising, James headed out into the hallway to make his escape. Maybe he should feel guilty for treating her so roughly but he frankly didn’t need the hassle. And she was far better off looking to someone else for whatever she needed. He hoped to hell she would. With the book held against him under his coat, James’s pace was brisk as he walked out into the dark night. Curiosity made him cut along a side street, then up onto the one that would take him past the FedEx store. Grace’s description of the human spy and all that had transpired there had been informative, but part of him wondered if he’d find out anythin

But James immediately waved it off, "Ha, with his introverted personality, how could anyone be interested in him? It's impossible, impossible." Diana sighed internally, wondering just how low Colin's reputation was in their father's eyes. "Dad, if there's nothing else, I'm going upstairs," Diana said. Seeing that the conversation was coming to an end, Diana turned to head back to her room but was halted by James once again. "Wait a moment," he said. He fixed his gaze on her for a moment, then suddenly pulled out a novel from behind his back. Diana took a closer look. Wow, isn't this the boys' love novel she had bought for her dad last time?

but as much as I love the sight and feel of her mouth around me, sometimes I just want to bury myself, ball deep inside her. My palms itching, I reach down, pulling her up and close to me, one hand wandering down inside her robe to cup her sex in my palm.... ***** JAMES I splash my face with cold water then, still breathing heavily, I emerge from the bathroom. The bedroom door is slightly ajar, and I can hear murmurings from within. Guess they're going to be a while.... Pouring myself a coffee, I settle down with a newspaper, trying to distract myself. As I scan the headlines, there is a background of muffled laughter and moans from the bedroom, then all goes quiet....

“Linden doesn't deserve what he has now, Jensyn. The affection, the adoration. The fact that he has you, Andrea, and some other people who care about him. All those things he has mean nothing to him. And now you're in his life. You know he doesn't care about you.” I shifted in my seat. The ropes around my wrists burned in a way that sent daggers of pain through me, so I stopped struggling. “Who are you? Who are you to Linden?” He tilted his head. “James,” he said softly. “Your nemesis.” Yes, I knew his name was James, but who was James in Linden's world? What does his existence mean to Linden or the whole Rawlings family? “What exactly do you want from me? Is it money? Is it fame?”

He did not require as much time out roaming or running. As we approached the large building I hurried James inside and as I got inside I set him up at the counter with a large snack working on his homework. As he worked on his school work, I pulled out several of my supernatural books and began my long research into the mystery of Roman. It had to be true. Romans complete history could all be explained by the stories that I had heard early on in my history of the supernatural world. I would need to question Adrik for sure as he was supposed to be the long distant relative of King Lycaon of Arcadia. Having completed as much reading as I could for the night I quickly went over James' work and

Emma wandered toward the section of notebooks and journals, her fingers brushing spines until she paused at one with a simple cover. “You like that one?” James asked softly. Emma nodded. “I want to write again. Not for anyone else. For myself.” James smiled. “Take it.” At the counter, the bookseller offered a friendly nod. No recognition. No whispers. James realized how much he missed small moments of anonymity like this—being an ordinary man buying a book at night. Outside, the air had grown colder. They walked slowly back to the car. As James settled Ethan into his seat, the boy murmured, half-asleep, “Papa.”

The bookstore is quiet and my hands keep fidgeting straightening stacks that don’t need straightening, sliding books into place that were already perfectly lined up, running my thumb along spines like they might suddenly whisper answers to me and every time the bell over the door rings my heart jumps like I’m waiting for a verdict. I’m ridiculous thirty-four years old, been shot, survived chaos, lived through family drama, watched my best friend get kidnapped, seen the worst of people and I’m shaking like a kid with a crush because I want to ask a man to dinner. James has been in town for almost 4 week now. He comes by the shop every other day under the excuse of “checking on Jess” or “just

“Don’t think I’m going to let you off on the essay pertaining to why the Amendments we have were ratified and not the others.” “There was always hope,” called James. “Nice try. Get to work.” He pulled out his tablet from Eliza’s book bag at the floor of their seat and after handing over her own, he began to tap on the screen in order to get to his book he needed to read. “What’re you doing to do first?” Eliza whispered. “The easiest,” James shrugged nonchalantly. “I need to read Ernest Hemingway’s ‘The old man and the sea’ for English.”

“James, do you have any idea how pathetic you look right now? You’re behaving like an animal.” James had already lost his mind. He looked inhuman after being worn down by hunger. “Dear, I’m begging you… Just let me in! I’ll be whatever you want me to be! I’ll do anything you ask! I gave him a dismissive smile, turned around, and closed the door. James continued to pound frantically on the door from outside. I did not feel any sympathy for him. Instead, I picked up a novel and began reading. James shouted until midnight. His voice was hoarse, and he collapsed.

Her fast mind thought it was better to first know what was asked of her, do it, and get the hell out of there and find out more about how she was in Isabella’s body. James continued while pacing back and close and forth in the office, “But now, The Romano has gotten his misplaced revenge on us. We didn't kill his father, but he has killed ours and we will not let this slide. Never!" James boomed once again. His voice, laced with ill-concealed malice, made him sound like a savage. He was envisioning how he would get his revenge and pull the trigger. Jennifer slowly raised her hand. "Do you have something else to ask?" James asked.