James A Novel Novels & Stories

Rosa met James in a restaurant that he owned and because she was dressed in a shaggy clothing he thought she was an employee in one of his lowest restaurants. They had an argument and they resented each other after that day. James thought Rosa was a lowlife and also arrogant and Rosa thought James was just a rich jerk. They cross paths again in the most unbelievable way possible. Curious about their story? Find out in My Enemy is My Lover.

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.”

Theo gives James a sideways glance, then stage-whispers to me, “You know, I like you. You’re the only reason this place doesn’t feel like one big leather-bound loneliness spiral.” “I’ll take that,” I say, biting into a pastry. And for a few minutes … just minutes … I let myself forget the rest. The headlines. The mansion. The ache I still carry beneath my ribs. Because this moment? This matters too. These are the people James surrounds himself with. Loyal. Odd. Brilliant. Sharp. And deeply human. And they love him. But not for his title. They tease him. Ground him. Challenge him. Like I used to.

The environment of the room was really tense and it made James feel really intimidated. James Jones, a famous businessman of New York, owner of one of the biggest construction buildings around the country. He had recently signed a contract with 'The Domancos' to build their new hotel and for some reason, he failed to complete the construction of the hotel by the deadline which has never happened before. But this time it happened and he doesn't know but a lot is going on behind this failure.

James is being selfish for the first time for his daughter because he has never done anything for her and never spent time with her. James is completely fooled by Liam. James is manipulated by last night's conversation with Liam. "We have to save each other to protect our Nova." Nova is only James's weakness, and Liam used the same thing against them because he knew that a situation would definitely come one day; that's why he married Nova and emotionally trapped James with him. Two minutes are up, but James doesn't say anything. Aaron loses patience and shoots James in the chest, shoulders, and, at last, on the forehead with the gun, without giving a single second thought.

"Mimi, remain in. Don't open the door. I'll be there soon. She put the phone down on the counter and stared at the person who was now standing at the edge of her yard. The person stopped for a moment, then turned to face the door. Her heart raced, and she drew away, feeling terrified. After that, the person stepped into the light. Her blood turned to ice. It was a somebody she knew and hadn't expected to see again. James was sitting in his study, looking at documents that were a swirl of text he couldn't read. He wasn't thinking about the business deals that typically took up all of his time; he was thinking about Damon and the messed-up game he had gotten himself into. The choices he had ma

James sits like a man who has been waiting for condemnation and who has no good armor left. “What did you want from them?” Marcus asks, voice low and sharp. “Why would you risk the Willow to negotiate with men who make fortunes by burning the people below them?” James’s hands are folded like a prayer. “I wanted options,” he says. “I wanted to keep what we had. I thought if I bought the right people, we could keep the inn safe without making a spectacle. I was cowardly and proud. I thought I could be the bridge between your life and their interests. I was wrong.”

That's how I ended up living under the same roof as James Moretti. James was everything I shouldn't want. Cold. Dangerous. Ruthless. By twenty-five, he'd already taken over half his father's operations. The newspapers called him a "young entrepreneur." The streets knew better. I kept my distance at first. Made myself invisible. Until that night four years ago, when James came home covered in someone else's blood. He found me in the kitchen patching up my own knife wound, a gift from one of his father's men who thought the boss's charity case made easy prey.

"With a baby by my side I'm sure I'm good at manipulating,stay away James,I don't know you,you don't either" "I can't remember,Why won't you tell me,i know you but..." "Jamie!!!"A scream,a blow and a kick,Jamie quickly hid her gun in her purse,she step away too fast that you'd actually think James pushed her,James growl on the ground and rushed towards Aukey,he grab the chief collar. "Who the fuck are you?This is none of your business" "I can blow your head off" "No trace,just disappearance, that's how I kill,I can show you"James retort. "Pity that girl, because I won't hesitate to kill her if she pushes me to the wall"

Reality, it seemed, was a bitch, killing a young man’s dream of having a better future, both for himself and his sister. I suddenly felt the warmth of a body against me, and strong, powerful arms wrapped around my slender shoulders. Those inviting, dependable arms lured me into a comfortable embrace. I couldn’t resist and leaned against that hard, muscular wall of warmth and looked up. Beautiful Prussian-blue eyes watched me intensely. “You look tired,” James said. Was there a hint of worry in his voice? Or was it just my imagination? I nodded. “Yes,” I said, tightening my arms about his.