James A Novel Novels & Stories

"After all, this is a weird school." "I've been thinking the same thing." Lily glances at the two in front of her. "But private academies make their own rules right?" "Come on, President." Clement teases. "You can tell us." James closed his eyes. Then a memory flashed before his very eyes. In a vintage-looking bedroom, stood the young James. He's facing the veranda of his room, where you can see the sun shining brightly. Young James came from America. But since then that man came into his life, everything changed, he had to move to Britain and live a new life.

He could not imagine who he was. Matt looked at James who was on the ground and said coldly, "You better watch your tongue. I'll spare your life if he's satisfied with your answers. I'll scatter your ashes if you dare to upset him." James was rich, but he got rich from coal mines. He was a typical nouveau riche with no significant family inheritance. He was only an ordinary person. He dominated Woodstown because of his wealth and the bodyguards he hired.

I looked at him. “It’s like one minute we were still in high school going to parties and the next we’re married, you have a kid, Malachi has a girlfriend and we’re adults!” I smiled as I turned my head to look at him. “The more ordinary the better. I’ve had enough adventure these last two years to really last me a long time. I wouldn’t mind boring for a while.” The expression on James' face turned serious. “Do you see them? The people you’ve killed and everybody we’ve lost?”

The diplomatic flirtations that had once been second nature now felt hollow and meaningless. The silence stretched between us, broken only by the distant sounds of the hospital and the soft beeping of a monitor near James's bed. I found myself studying the man who had raised Rena—seeing echoes of her in the stubborn set of his jaw, the directness of his gaze. "You know," James said finally, "when Rena told me she'd eloped with a prince, I thought she'd lost her mind. My practical, sensible daughter running off with royalty? It sounded like something from one of those romance novels her mother used to read."

Callie reassured him. James didn’t bother to disagree, probably too tired to come up with an argument. They silently walked back to the car, and he gave Callie his address. She wasn’t surprised to find out that James was actually neighbors with her grandmother. She easily found her way to his house - another large mansion behind a large gate that appeared to be guarded by even more security. Who was this person? She realized she didn’t really know much about James, save for the fact that he had his heart broken and his proposal ruined. But she also felt like he was a decent guy, from the little time that they spent together. The rest of it probably didn’t matter all that much.

Eva hissed in an angry tone of voice. Eva, who was very careful about all her actions, seemed to point a knife at James' neck after he entered the shop. James himself was surprised because the shop outside was like a bookstore when he entered there was only an empty room. There was only one lamp in the middle of the room, just like an interrogation room. James glanced at Iris who seemed to be avoiding eye contact with him. "Devil Hunters... I thought you guys were wiped out." James said with a chuckle. But he still couldn't relax because it seemed that the two Hunters in front of him seemed to know his weakness.

She hesitated when she looked into his eyes again, "And then you did everything for me. All those good things. Taking care of me, pampering me, not letting me get scared again, holding me close to yourself and giving me everything in the world. You did all those things that you would never do for even the last human being on the earth. You made everything special for me. And once again believing you like the fucking fool I am I started to doubt my plan of leaving you. I thought I would confront you about all of this. I thought I can make you believe in our love and give up every other desire. I thought that after I had returned and seeing all that love for me in your eyes, you would become m

She washed it off but her hands still felt strange , clean in the wrong way, emptied of the thing they'd been doing when the world changed. "James is twelve years old," she said. "He has no criminal history. No connections to our world. No profile in any intelligence database." She paused. "He's also brilliant, lonely, and carrying his father's name like a weight he doesn't know how to put down. He's the perfect recruit. They didn't take him because he's connected to us. They took him because of who he is." Dominic looked at her. The look that meant he was thinking in the same direction she was, and arriving at the same place.

Maya, Liam, and Leo— I'm getting married. To a woman who reads your books to her daughter. To a woman who saw me in a way I hadn't let myself be seen. I'd be honored if you'd come. It's a small thing, just a garden and some friends. But I want the people who taught me what home looks like to be there. With love, James The card was a door opening onto a future she hadn't imagined. James, the steady, solitary architect, who had crawled through a service tunnel for them, who had held their secrets and their hope. He had found his den. He was inviting them to see it.

Bright James’s basement smelled of damp earth and rusty metal. A bare lightbulb flickered over the hunter’s face, tied to a chair with thick rope. His dark, cold eyes showed not a hint of fear. I stood in front of him, arms crossed, while the rest of the pack formed a silent semicircle. Rage burned in my throat, but I forced myself to breathe. I couldn’t lose control. “Name,” James said firmly. We hadn’t questioned him before, leaving him hungry for a couple of days so desperation would loosen his tongue.