James Bond Novels & Stories

"Is she the one you asked me to investigate and look up the number of?... E... Beth...?" No wonder he thought she looked familiar last night. James irritably stubbed out his half-smoked cigarette. He knew that Elizabeth was nothing but god damn trouble! Hmph! James's most famous "e was thus——If I'm happy, everyone's happy; if I'm not happy, no one gets to be happy! "Tell the golf course I don't need a caddie." "What?" He doesn't need a caddie? Was Mr Boss going to pick up the balls himself?

Her voice was loud and I thought she was talking to me until James chuckled, "It's not kidnapping. I'm leaving with her. I didn't expect you to find me quickly" "The moment a connection was established between you and the dummies at the Junkyard, I realized you're the rat in the syndicate the entire time"Her response was terrifying and she then turned her eyes to me," Step away from him, Sofia. I don't know what he has said to make you follow him but now you know he is a bad person. James is not one of us. I believe he has a connection to a fallen syndicate" "Fallen syndicate? Are you mincing the part where you are responsible? You're right, I'm a Di Marco informant" James told her and I bli

"Mr. Montego, I know how bad this must look, but I assure you, there is nothing at all between me and Isabella. I didn't even know she was associated with you." "She never mentioned me?" I asked, knowing full well the answer to that question. "No," he shook his head. I moved closer, my voice calm but laced with a dangerous undertone. "I'm a fair man, Jason. But I don't take lightly to liars and people who think they can do as they please with my stuff." "I'm afraid I don't follow, Sir." Something didn't quite fit with him. Something was off here. I had seen a lot of scum in my line of work; I was able to sniff them out a mile away, but there was something about him that I couldn't place my f

James choke on his overly large bite and Josie spurts juice all over the table. “WHAT?!” Josie practically shouts out and I throw a nervous look around the cafe to see if her outburst has anyone looking. “Please keep your voice down.” I hiss at her. She leans in to whisper over our table instead. James is still coughing a little but he leans in as well. “What do you mean? Sort of engaged? How are you sort of engaged? And to whom?” “Do you know the name Antonio Falaguerra?” “He has some casinos and stuff, right?” James says immediately and I nod. “Isn’t he some kind of big boss in the criminal world as well?” I nod once again and he sends a nervous glance at Luca and Josie does the same.

Only this time instead of an overpriced suit the man now wore and brown and tan plaid button down shirt tucked into a pair of pleated khaki pants. "Mrs. Maddox, it's lovely to see you again." I accepted the hand he held out for me. "Thank you, James. You can call me Saraid." He retrieved my bags from the trunk and stowed them under the plane. "James is a dear friend of mine and Liam's. He is a warlock. From your coven to be exact," explained Chase. I examined James from a distance. "He's on our side you said?"

“James.” James immediately appeared not long after Ariana called him. Although Ariana shouldn't know James' identity at this point, she already knew that James was from a group of assassins specially trained to protect the Alison family. The man has great hearing and likes to hide in the shadows. Ariana knew she just needed to call, and James would appear shortly after her call. “May I help you, Lady Aria?” Even though James still didn't understand why Ariana never looked surprised, even though he always appeared quickly whenever the girl called, James was still professional when he asked in his usual calm manner.

as soon as possible. ... while in the other country.. mr james was smoking by listening to his man who is working in Ray's Corp as his spy.... By listening the incident he threw his phone in anger... ... ...

The producer looked at Shannon, who remained silent and asked directly, “Ms. Vanderbilt, James’ age and image are indeed in line with that of Simon Winchester’s, but if you want him to play Simon Winchester, I’m afraid it’ll be difficult for the audience to accept it, won’t it?” James rarely acted in movies. Even if he were to be offered the opportunity to act, he had always been given roles such as ignorant young masters or sons of some filthy rich families. His acting skills could be said to be very limited, and he had risen to popularity only because of Charlie’s keen vision.

James said as a sigh escaped his mouth. “So what then? We die here?” Malik asked. “No, no. I do have a plan for us. Remember when I told you that if things went as planned, we’d be free from Tyson’s sire bond ability?” James explained what he’d literally just said over again. It’s not strange that he acts like this he’s always been like this and because of his ability being one of a kind is why he’s made the leader of their team in the first place. Just then, the storehouse doors burst open as the royal guards marched in.

"You're stupid. All James Bond movies are good. Don't tell me that you didn't watch them? Why buy them in the first place?" "She's obsessed with James Bond, not me. Why do you like James Bond?" Vincenzo wanted to know more about Wade. This was the first time he was feeling such a thing for another person. "What's not to like about him? He's cool, handsome, surrounded and loved by many women, and has those funky gadgets," Wade said as he plopped himself down on the couch, not far from where Vincenzo sat. "His sense of humor is ace,"