James Book Review Guardian Novels & Stories

"But it is different with you and him. The two of you are nothing alike. You're.... you're my anchor, my safe harbour...." ".... and I let you down." "How?" Her face jerks back to mine. "You haven't let me down." "I owe you more of an apology than he does." Her brow furrows. "How's that?" "When James first bought you at that auction, do you know why he brought me in? It was to protect you from himself." Her eyes widen. "He knew that he might go too far. Do too much. He asked me to come to be sure that, even if he took you to your limits, that he didn't take you beyond them, didn't abuse you. And in the end, over these last weeks, I let him do just that. I've always known he has a risky side.

Johnny, the bodyguard, took her hand, helped her into the car, and soon they were gone. “She’ll be safe?” Janis asked, her voice uncertain. “You’re always so protective of Maya. I know that.” James smiled faintly. “Of course, Jan Jan. She’s safe — extra safe. I don’t let any member of my family go without proper guarding.” Janis nodded, visibly relieved. But before she could say anything else, James’s hand brushed her knee — and she flinched. “What happened here?” His eyes darkened instantly, scanning her body for more injuries.

James sighed before he answered, “The captain of the guards told me what happened. I also spoke with the guards who survived the incident.” The image of the three deceased guards haunted my conscience once more. My heart, still shattered, broke even more as my mind persisted to remind me of such a horrible sight. “I know that this is not the right time to lecture you. But that was poor decision-making on your part, Robert,” James said with a calm yet firm tone. He continued, “Perhaps, the mastermind already planned on raiding the bakery. Unfortunately, our guards were there and fought valiantly to protect the innocent.”

It sounds like something straight out of a medieval fantasy drama. "WHAT?!" Bart screamed after hearing the part about Damian killing his brother. "I knew it!" He exclaimed, and you could hear the agony of regret in his voice. "I warned Peter about his brother-- I warned him about his his brother's treachery and jealously but he wouldn't listen. He waved it off, saying his brother wouldn't do anything stupid." He paused. "Now , this is the result. The result of trusting your an evil person all in the name of family." Bart said with sadness.

James spoke, with his voice convincing of half truth. “And by long term goals, you mean what?” I further pressed. “Nothing much, just empire security, average shorten of life during moralistic reality and others.” James spoke. “I’m not sure I understand any of the explanation to your reasons so far.” “If you say so…” He simply responded. The mansion gates abruptly opened as we approached the mighty mansion. James pulled his cap over his head as Jamal looked for a suitable place to park, despite having over an hectare if space for that.

That felt like a dagger piercing my heart repeatedly. Actually, I am a guardian to a mafia king, Romano Starvo. We called him Lord Romano, but not me. I called him father. He found me on the lying road almost lifeless when I was ten and kept me under his roof. In return, I served him. I became his right hand, and he was the only person who knew my real identity.

But this was what I got for refusing to mate, and despite everything, I still didn’t regret my choice. The crunch of boots on gravel caught my attention, and I got up. It was probably my replacement, but it never hurt to be prepared. I stepped out of the guard post and found James walking toward me, ready to relieve me of my shift. He should have been promoted long ago, but Duncan only let his buddies rise in the ranks. James was a good guy, not to mention a dedicated pack protector. I didn’t have close friends besides Jules, but I liked James. It was people like him that made me want to stay. “Quiet night, sir?” James inquired. He hadn’t adjusted to being at the same level as me, even after

He ran his fingers through his hair a few times, averting his eyes as Jeremy and Jonathan watched his actions with flat faces. The car began to pull away from the gate of the house. Caraline's residence slowly began to shrink. James looked at the side of the road, tapping a finger on the window. Jeremy observed James' behavior from the windshield, while Jonathan just shook his head slowly. "Looks like that woman doesn't have a rare car made by Otopixel," James said with a limp face. Jeremy and Jonathan turned their heads. The car drove slower. "You're still talking about that." Jonathan clucked, giving James an annoyed look. "Are you so curious about that vehicle that you'd do something stup

I could stay angry at the fact that she had flunked my order, but I should have known who she was, she was never going to let me stay here. With a sigh, I picked up the journal as I began to read through it, the truth was in these pages, if the beginning of Nyx and crescent was here, then the end should be written in these pages. The gate growled, James was back, looking smug, how i wish I could wipe that look off his face. “I spent years scared of the man that you are, the tales… but now, looking at you, seeing the way you are nothing but a kept man chained… you are not all that,” he said.

“James is using you. He’ll throw you aside the moment you’re no longer useful.” Joana’s jaw tightened, but she didn’t respond. James smirked, clearly enjoying the exchange. “You’re wasting your breath, Pamela,” he said. “Joana knows her place. She understands loyalty.” Rowan’s voice cut through the tension like a knife. “Loyalty? Is that what you call this? Manipulating people, tearing families apart? You’re nothing but a coward, James.” James’s smirk faltered, his eyes narrowing. He stepped closer to Rowan, towering over him. “You’ve always been so self-righteous, haven’t you? Always so sure you’re better than me. But look where that’s gotten you—bound and powerless.”