James A Novel Novels & Stories

He tried to warn himself of something. "Your name," James begged, breathing hard against her neck, inhaling her scent. She peppered kissed all over his face, his neck, grasping his hair, pulling him close to her, but she didn't answer. "Please," James begged. "Please tell me your name." She still didn't answer. She ripped his pants off, claw's replacing fingernails. She shredded her own white dress, and James could only think of claiming her. - James sat bolt upright, covered in sweat, feeling a pain for a phantom wound. And he groaned in frustration.

Amara All that was ringing in my head was—James liked me. He wouldn’t have gone through the pain of talking about his past if he didn’t. And while I’ve known him to be this strong, untouchable person, he finally let himself be vulnerable with me. James McKenna wasn’t at all the monstrous businessman that everyone thought he was. Behind that hard exterior was a broken child whose family had failed him. It made more sense now why he didn’t believe in love or raising a family. It was all because he secretly feared that he would end up like his parents.

he said as he extended his hand for me to get up. As I got up from the floor, I dusted off the dust I'm sure wasn't there but it was for effect. Even my steps were calculated because I guess James really thought I'd hurt my joints or something and he placed his arm on the small of my back. I froze. "You don't need the support?" He said looking at me worriedly. "I could use it" I said, relaxing and relishing the feel of that muscular arm around my back. He guided us back to the sitting room before we diverted into the room that was obviously the kitchen. This was indeed a state of the art kitchen and just because he was James, he had to go farther than necessary and install a TV in the kitch

he spat, his voice dripping with venom as he jabbed a finger in James’ direction. James remained eerily calm, though the storm brewing beneath his composed exterior was palpable. He could feel the heat rising in his chest, a primal urge to protect Aria from this man’s cruel words and to put him in his place. But, despite his reputation as a man who never backed down from a fight, James knew better than to cause a scene in Aria’s home. His hand clenched into a tight fist, his knuckles whitening as he fought to keep his composure.

Sphinx nods seemingly unsure. I glance towards the boys as in giving them the reign to take over, it feels too bothersome for me. “Please remove your hood then we can discuss the matter further.” James says sternly. I glare at him for his tone towards Sphinx, he nods his head in understanding. Sphinx’s head perks up at the mention of his name and begins to remove his hands from his pockets and pulls down his hood slowly. Revealing hi-her?! Sphinx is a girl? Unexpected...

Layla asked. "I'm okay." I noticed as James stood in the doorway, I felt my stomach clench. He had a look of cold anger on his face, and I could see the hurt in his eyes. I wondered if he was upset because I wasn't the woman he had thought I was. After all, he had mistaken me for someone else the first time we met. Could he be angry because I wasn't the woman he had wanted me to be? Or was there something else going on?

thought that she would suffer torture in the hands of these men just as James and his mother were doing now. “ you have four days. Four days and nothing more” said the huge man. James was still on his kneels. The huge man picked him up by his collar and made him face him eye to eye “dare to default and you will be blaming yourself for the death of your mother ”. Said the man as he threw James to the ground and left. The other men followed and once they were out of sight,James stood up to run in the opposite direction. He was staggering and walked towards Jewel. For a minute he was sure that he had seen some one in that corner when the men had turned to find of who or what had made such nois

Chapter 24 The Weight of Blood and Betrayal James sat on the edge of Aurora's bed, the room dark and silent, a reflection of the emptiness he felt inside. His eyes wandered around the space, taking in the remnants of her presence the scent of her perfume still faint in the air, the photographs of her growing up scattered on the bedside table. Every corner of the room held memories, moments from a life that had been filled with promise but was now shackled by a debt she never owed.

I could stay angry at the fact that she had flunked my order, but I should have known who she was, she was never going to let me stay here. With a sigh, I picked up the journal as I began to read through it, the truth was in these pages, if the beginning of Nyx and crescent was here, then the end should be written in these pages. The gate growled, James was back, looking smug, how i wish I could wipe that look off his face. “I spent years scared of the man that you are, the tales… but now, looking at you, seeing the way you are nothing but a kept man chained… you are not all that,” he said.