James Amendola Novels & Stories

Amanda said in gratitude, not realizing that growing jealousy in James. James was annoyed that another man had spent happy times with his ex-wife and daughter, while he wallowed in pain and loneliness. "I don't like him!" James spat. "Why would you feel any need to like him?" Amanda lifted her brow, unaware of his feelings. "He's just your lawyer and he's not supposed to be crossing boundaries and meddling in your life. I'm sure that he's doing those things just to get into your pants. Such a nasty bastard!" James cursed, his face contorted in disgust.

Frances looked at the man and asked, “Could it be I was wrong? Is he really acquainted with our leader and young master? If that were true, why did he show up here?” “You rest first. I’ll take care of it.” The man shielded her behind him, raised his head, and looked at James. “You’ve shown impressive strength. May I ask for your name and which force you come from?” James replied, “I’m from the Jademora Empire. My name is James Caden.”

"Amanda, can you find a capable candidate, to compete against the governor, in the next elections?" Amanda nodded, fully aware of the responsibility entrusted to her. "Yeah, no problem." She said with a faint smile. Nodding, Liam turned to James who was standing behind Amanda and instructed him "James, I need you to find an honest and competent prosecutor. Someone we can trust to help us," "I'm sure I can do that." James replied confidently. Liam nodded in understanding.

I was still trying to come to terms with that on my own. I reminded myself that Adrian was a cold-hearted bastard. I looked over to my left and saw one of his men sitting at a nearby table. I knew they tailed us when we left my apartment. At first, I was pissed off at the intrusion. Then, a wicked idea formed in my head. They reported everything back to Adrian, so why not give them a little show? "I'm not asking you to date me, Amelia," James replied, "We're both busy, and I'd be a terrible boyfriend. The hours I work make it impossible to nurture a relationship. I just enjoy being around you. I always have. You're incredible."

“Your father would have been too…” “His excellency, Alpha Aguilar Ivanov.” Marcel, one of the servants called. I nodded at him and he smiled before taking a step back, knowing to head back to the harem. Someone had to help Elena with the girls, especially since they were new within the pack and harem.

“I expect good news, and I do not want to hear any of the shit that I’ve been hearing for the past few days.” My second Beta, Marcellus, shook his head once. “Amelia hasn’t answered. If she’s covering for her, then Selene is already compromised. Whatever influence you expected her to have, it’s fading fast.” A glass slammed down on the table beside me, scotch sloshing over the rim. “Damn her. How is it fucking possible that Liam, the man who doesn’t even realize what is going on around him, does not see the traitors that are within, is fucking winning everything that goes around with or without him being oblivious?”

“This is not about the media. This is about your life.” Amara didn’t respond. Her silence spoke louder than any words she could offer. A knock came sharply at the door, followed by a familiar voice calling her name. James. Adaobi exhaled sharply, her shoulders dropping in relief. “Finally.” Amara tensed. “Why did you call him?” “Because you need help,” Adaobi shot back. James entered without waiting for a formal invitation. The moment he saw Amara, her watery eyes, trembling hands, his expression changed from confusion to alarm.

there's Something wrong here. I took the phone closer to see clearer and I saw someone passed behind her with a seductive look. It was a guy called James. He is in his senior year at Harvard. Wait a minute... If Stephany said Amyla got Amanda biting then, then Amanda must have revenge for what happened. Yet. I cannot seem to understand why Amyla will camouflage her personality. I do not know but I just cannot believe this video though it is real. "Whatever it is, I want to know where you got this video and where you got this pic of Amyla with this snake on her," I said raising my phone

he interrupted her and her eyes glanced up to meet his smiling blues. “What…?” she drawled, smiling softly as she tried to deny what she’d been contemplating but James knew her too well. “Nuh-uh…” he shook his head before looking at his menu. “We’ll have rice and chicken fajitas. Any choice of drink?” “I’d prefer any mocktail on the list,” Amelia responded, smiling shyly with a blush creeping up her cheeks because James had caught her red-handed, trying to look for a cheap meal. “Very well. I’ll have a cocktail,”

Ameira can handle that. While she's busy checking the price tags of the products, Aling Lordes asks her for a favor. "Hija, can I ask you first to deliver this lunch to my grandson Kendrick and his friend Aleja? If that’s okay?" Aling Lordes smiled sincerely. Ameira nodded in response. "All right, where will I deliver it?" she asked. "In the subdivision next to us, the mayor is building a bookstore there," Aling Lordes pointed with her lips while holding the black bag containing the lunch boxes.