James Book Review Guardian Novels & Stories

and that was better than any review. The reviews came anyway, front pages and websites and people calling the collection “a love letter to survivors” and “proof that softness is a kind of strength,” and Luminère’s inbox crashed and my phone wouldn’t stop buzzing and Tayo had to physically take it from me and tell me to breathe because I was reading every comment like Marcus was hiding in one of them waiting to tell me I got lucky, but James just pulled me away from the screen and said “Let them talk, you already said what needed saying,” and he was right, I had, with thread and time and blood I didn’t let anyone see.

and that was better than any review. The reviews came anyway, front pages and websites and people calling the collection “a love letter to survivors” and “proof that softness is a kind of strength,” and Luminère’s inbox crashed and my phone wouldn’t stop buzzing and Tayo had to physically take it from me and tell me to breathe because I was reading every comment like Marcus was hiding in one of them waiting to tell me I got lucky, but James just pulled me away from the screen and said “Let them talk, you already said what needed saying,” and he was right, I had, with thread and time and blood I didn’t let anyone see.

I sneer at him and reach out, ripping his head from his neck, his body turning to ash. (Siobhan’s P.O.V) “Get out of our way.” I growl. “Oh, little wolf has teeth now.” James says, toying with me. “I know that you aren’t a bad person James, you know that what Scàthach is going to do to these children is wrong. Why are you helping her? Your sister wouldn’t want this!” James’s face turned soft and his eyes darted to the floor, as if he was considering what I had said.

However, Alyssa's expression darkened, showing no signs of being affected by Jameson's actions. "Wow, who is this handsome man? I feel like I've seen him somewhere before." "He is Jameson Schmidt, Ms. Alyssa's devoted guardian angel. He has successfully resolved numerous issues for her." "Oh, my God! What exquisite and distinctive features he has! He's like a walking sculpture. I love it!" "Plus, he is a kind man. If I were Alyssa, I would choose Mr. Jameson. So what if Mr. Beckett repented and came back? Once you miss the chance of fate, it's useless even if you repent."

“You’re here to save your brother? It’s no use, sweetheart. No use.” I was instantly pissed. “How do you know it’s no use?” I demanded. James said coldly, “The lady gave you her answer, William. She chose me. Better get your ass out of here before I beat you and your men senseless.” At this proclamation, William’s bodyguards suddenly looked nervous and took a few steps away from us. James simply raised a handsome brow, challenging them. I thought it was odd that five burly men—men who no doubt had killed many within their ruthless world—were scared of him.

Arthur tried to defend himself. "The other man you abused?" James smirked. "You don't know the full story." "But I do know you love having things done your own way. Isn't that the reason I'm being held hostage by your bodyguards?" "No one is holding you hostage, you're free to move around. I made this arrangement for your own safety." "Can you really protect anyone Arthur?" James words pierced through Arthur's heart and left it bleeding. James was right after all, he has not been doing a great job protecting people that matter to him.

“Are you okay?” “No,” she answered honestly. “But I’m aware. And awareness is enough.” It wasn’t bravado. It was control. Because this wasn’t about Catherine anymore. And it wasn’t only about Jonathan. This was about the war Knox had started long ago, and the move he was about to make now. Silence Jameson. Remove the guardian. Erase the witness. Break the last defense between truth and manipulation. Jameson wasn’t alive because he was irrelevant. He was alive because he was still dangerous.

I know he’s right so I reluctantly let him guide me back towards the woods. I stick to the shadows, patrolling just behind the barrier, my eyes purely on the town. Jack might be right about me moving out of territory is just putting her in danger, but I’ll be damned if I let her out of my sight for another minute. I lost her once, that will not happen again! ** Authors note: Have you figured out who this unknown person is to Tara yet? let me know what you think in the comments!**

James sighed, he was tired from all the ways his mother stressed him. He must have seen a vision because his mother barged right into his room with a frown on her face. Judith halted her steps and peered at him, her eyes narrowing when they landed on the book he was holding. James could already see the imaginary steam seeping out of her ears as he stood up to greet her. "You're reading these irrelevant travel books again?" She hissed, wrinkling her nose in disapproval "Is this what you should be focusing on? You're supposed to be studying business books and resources. Not this nonsense"

James said excitedly. “It’s so thrilling to hear my son talk about his passions,” Deborah said, smiling as she watched her son’s happiness. “It’s true, Mommy, Daddy,” Elizabeth said. “James likes drawing houses because he always reads those complicated books with pictures.” “Elizabeth…” James said, blushing in embarrassment. “What books?” Deborah asked while holding Nicole to feed her. “Let me help, love.” Jayden picked up little Michael to feed him too. “James reads Grandpa’s books.”