James Amendola Novels & Stories

said Amanda. "A little," he replied. "And my name is James, not young master," the kid giggled and introduced himself again, surprised that the elderly lady had already forgotten his name. He had never been addressed in this manner before. "That's right. Would you like chocolate cupcakes, James?" Amanda asked, smiling. She recalls Emma telling her that James loved chocolate more than anything else. James waited for his sister's approval, and when he got it, he nodded his head and smiled brightly. "I love chocolate."

After making sure his employer was seated and buckled up, he climbed in and sped off across the asphalt. "We're going to the doctor, sir." Ahmad glanced at James, who was apparently closing his eyes with one arm partially covering his face. "Just go straight home." James remembered how his days in Pontianak had been. Just getting lunch on time was difficult. He talked about so many things, it was too much to miss. There were also many important meetings James had to attend there. Being appointed as a representative of his company to discuss global issues in the world of Ecommerce in Indonesia is indeed something that makes a James Adam excited.

Standing at the altar, James glanced at his phone and watched a video. “Where are you going, James? You cannot leave me like this." At the wedding, Valeria Hayden was in a panic. “It is our wedding day, James. What do you think you are doing?” As she grabbed James Moreno's wrist to stop him from leaving, her eyes filled with pleading.

If there was anything I knew how to do, it was how to make good food out of cheap ingredients, one of the few perks of being poor. Julius watched intently as I operated practically on auto-pilot, methodically preparing the ingredients for Spaghetti Carbonara. “Shouldn’t there be cream?” He asked curiously as I aggressively grated the Parmesan cheese. “Not if you’re making it the right way.” I scoffed. “A friend of mine used to make it with cream, she said that was the proper way.” He continued, his voice suddenly much closer as he peered over my shoulder. “Give her a call and get her to make it for you then.” I snapped, jealousy coursing through me at the mention of another she-wolf.

Her hands unconsciously move to the new scar on her arm, rubbing it as tears fill her eyes. "His name is Thomas Costanzo. He’s one of the richest men in Italy and the US," James says, his voice dripping with greed. "How sure are you that the plan will work?" "Trust me, you are irresistible." James' eyes roam Melina's body. She moves back, feeling a little uncomfortable. "I don't think I’m that beautiful." "Trust me, you are." James grabs her hand and places it on his growing bulge. She slowly pulls it away, hoping he doesn't want sex right now. She’s still recovering from last night.

The men found this amusing, and their laughter added to the women's shame. Amira ate only to sustain her strength for the goal she had set for herself: to kill her captors . She would not speak to her companions or listen to their fearful wailings. Dala tried to comfort her, but she could not tolerate any kindness and would not even speak to her. Her shame was too great, her bitterness too new. Wisely, Dala gave up for the time being.

Amelia said turning around. “Do I know you? You look vaguely familiar”, Amelia asked puffing her smoke. “No ma’am, I don’t think so”, Sofia replied quickly, her heart beating faster. “So I thought”, Amelia said as she chuckled. “And the young man?” Amelia asked. “Oh you mean James?” the manager asked. “Is that what he is called?” Amelia asked “Yes his name is James, but I haven’t seen him since the incident happened” . “I need you to find him, he has unfinished business with me,” Amelia said.

“Go and inform Benjamin that I’m not the owner of Z Corporation, and I was also not the one who hurt Summer Plath. It’s true that Amanda Lea is still alive, but she wouldn’t have the capacity to do such things. They were all misled by someone. From the beginning… I’ve been made to be the villain.” James stood up with a dangerous look in his eyes, and he looked out the window. “I want to kill Jasper, and I’ve planned to come back to Sea City for a long time. Jasper Miller is the obstacle, but I would not want to set Jasper up and have somebody else take the advantage.”

It was to inspect it. “You may.” She instantly excused him. “Put it on my desk.” “I will. Well then, My Lord. May the glory of the Lord shine brighter.” He gave respect to the lord and walked away without looking back with a determined expression on his face. “How is he?” Amel opened his mouth as he watched James away. “He is still green to the core and still on the watch list of Conan. I can’t say anything for certain.” “Really?” Amel bemused as his massive muscle was inviting her to lay her head on it. “At least Samuel is loyal to you and Conan has approved of him.”

Instead, I'm stuck staring into the darkness of his eyes, wondering what spurred people to do such cruel things like kidnap an innocent girl. "Alpha Malik's competition for love is one I would typically ridicule. And right now, I have the ability to alter the results of the ballot," he says, a sinister tone in his voice increasing with every word. But I was more frightened by what he was saying. "Have you entered yet? I really hope you have," he continues, a smile slowly growing on his face. My jaw clenches, knowing exactly what he was insinuating. "Why?" I question, my voice a breathless murmur.