James Bond Novels & Stories

My mate sauntered in, looking so handsome and tempting, his blue eyes drawing me in. But he wasn’t smiling. He was frowning at me. He dragged a chair to sit very close to me, opposite me, and started his questioning at once. “What’s your name and why did you come here? I know you just felt the bond because we all saw how it affected you... but why did you come here?” He asked me, his voice not so cold this time. “I came to make a delivery... that’s... that is what I do, my job... I showed you my identity card and you can call my boss now to confirm... Please don’t kill me!” I added, rubbing my trembling hands to plead with him.

Their eyes fell upon James, who had descended the grand staircase with an air of confidence. James was a striking figure, with his well-defined muscles and bright smile contributing to his imposing presence. His words were a polite inquiry, a question to the sheriff who had ventured into his realm. "Do you need any help, sheriff?" he asked, his voice tinged with politeness and a hint of curiosity. To those who looked upon James, he exuded an air of affability and sophistication that masked the darker truths of his illicit activities. It was a testament to his ability to maintain a facade, concealing the fact that he was, in reality, a drug dealer operating in the shadows.

"And Vaughn. Please come and join me, I have the table already ready." "He looks kinda intimidating." I whispered to Sam, as she held my hand. "Can we trust him?" "Yes." She whispered back. "He's an ally." James had dressed up in a very loose but still genuinely nice polo shirt which showed off just how muscular his upper chest was. It looked like it was nearly choking him. Nearly. His jeans were also very loose fit as well, that looked like they fit snug at his waistline. From the corner of my eye, I caught the outline of a necklace that was around his neck but what exactly what it was, I didn't know.

They would get a good scolding from their mother for being naughty, but then take the sulking boys out for ice cream and everything would be good in the world again. Sia also learned that the James Bay Medical Center belonged to the Turner family and was currently under Christian’s guidance. And she also learned how Julian will take over Turner Security in the near future. He only needed fifty successful cases to be promoted and Sia’s was his second to the last case.Just one more to go before he was CEO of Turner Security.

"Very well," James raises his hands and claps slowly but loudly. He stands at the doorway, slowly pacing towards us. Following behind him are three burly-looking men who quickly spread apart, covering the room's corners. However, his claps are not to applaud but to mock. James is devilishly a handsome man in his mid-thirties but doesn't have the aura of domineering and stunning CEOs. He has gold piercings on his ears, messy bangs that he keeps pushing to the side, and tattoos painting his entire arms. He stands tall in a pair of signature rubber shoes and bleached denim jeans, coupled with a button-up shirt that lays open down to the center of his chest. His figure better fits the definition

He was having a hard time getting rid of them, but they were at least a few car lengths behind them. “Who are you?” Hazel came to her senses and questioned the man. “I am James Howard.” Just when she thought he wouldn’t answer, the man told her his name truthfully. She was stunned for a moment before she asked. “Do we know each other?” She looked closely at James, whose face was very angular and solemn but was somehow reassuring, and that kind of reassurance was typical of a soldier or a policeman. Hazel had often been in contact with the police, but his fierce temperament and killing intent were not what the police would train for.

I asked Langston, unlocking my arms around his neck, "You look like you're ready to pass out. I would rather carry this box alone than carrying you -and the box." He shook his head and continued walking. Determined, I literally hop out from his arms and fell on the floor, tumbling after tumbling, I made sure the heavy box is safe from any droplets of a swap puddle. "What the actual fuck!? Chloe!" I panted for air. Whew! I was like James right there! So, if someone would ask who I am, I'll say, the name's Bond, James Bond. Cue for me blowing the tip of a gun.

James parked his car right in front of the uncompleted building he normally visit and he knows that's the right place to find Jason,he picked his gun and hid it at the back of his waist before alighting from his car.He entered the building where there's no traces of electric bulb the only light beaming is the torch James was holding to find his way,he pointed his torch directly to a corner where Jason always keep his hostages and to his surprise he met Rose and Smith being tied to a pole.He rushed to where they were and started loosing them but suddenly he heard a voice.

Liam shook his head and walked toward the big guy nursing a beer at his kitchen table. "Hey man. You remember my little brother, Ethan, right?" Liam stopped beside the guy as he glanced over his shoulder and nodded at me. "Your brother is the next James Bond, idiot. Of course I know him. Everyone does." He stood and extended his hand to me. The thin bony kid that looked like he was always scrapping for a meal was long gone. The dude in front of me looked like something out of a special ops group. Dark brown hair cut close to the scalp, tanned skin and a mean ass look on his face that warned anyone that came around, this fucker wasn't buying anything, including

VANESSA I feel him before I see him, watching me from a dark alcove near the front entrance of the bar. Always watching. When Callum steps out, he looks like a demon emerging from the shadows. His are teeth bared in a malevolent grin, his sharp jawline illuminated by the neon bar sign hanging in the window beside him. His name leaves my lips in question as my eyes drink in the sight of him; tall, broad-shouldered, and dressed in dark denim, a faded grey t-shirt, and a beat-up black leather jacket. His hair is deliciously disheveled, a stray lock flopping down over his forehead and skimming his browline.