James Diamond Btr Novels & Stories

At the last second, he diverted the strike and the metal sunk foot deep into the ground. With wide eyes and a heaving chest, Romero threw a fearful sideways glance at the sword of Achilles. “You good?” James asked, smiling confidently. He held out a sweaty hand to help her up. “That was close,” she commented. He chuckled under his breath. “Hey, you’re the one who almost stuck me like a pig with that spear.” She took his hand and stood. “Point taken.” “Very good, James,” observed Blakeney from where he had watched the exchange. “Way to use every tactic available to you.” He glanced at the piercing sun and added, “Now sprint to the tire. Flip it until you move it off the field.”

"Hmph. Useless, lazy, and still no baby after all these years. But taking million-dollar gifts? That you're good at," my mother-in-law, Victoria Grant, said this with her lips puckered as if she'd caught a foul smell. Lucas Reed—my husband—had just slid a five-carat diamond ring onto my finger when she cut in. A strange chill ran through me. My hand, whole and unbroken, rested in front of me as if nothing had ever happened.

I gave a long sigh and washed the soap off my body and got out of shower my towel wrapped around my waist. I unzipped my red backpack which was the only thing that came with me and I brought out a white button up long sleeve shirt and a white pant. I changed my boxers to white before putting on my clothes. My pair of shoes were also white in color to match my outfit and I put on my diamond wristwatch. I glanced at myself at the mirror and brushed my hair with my hands and that was all I need to look perfect. I guess if Antonio and I should go modelling for any of those magazines he always brags about I'd be picked and he'll be shocked. I snorted and grin widely at the thought of it.

“You can tell me anything. You know that.” I took a deep breath, feeling my heart pounding against my ribs. “I found something in Bright’s clothes.” James frowned. “Something like what?” “A dagger.” The word came out almost as a whisper, but in the silence of the room, it sounded like a shot. He blinked, confused. “A dagger? Are you sure?” I nodded. “Yes. It had a circular symbol engraved on the handle. I recognized it. It’s Dante’s.” James’s expression changed. He straightened, jaw tight.

I sat in the bed in shock. my body wanted to jump up and down, and my mouth wanted to scream. I sat there staring at Alexander, who was smiling at me, holding the most beautiful ring I had ever seen. it was a simple three karat princess cut diamond with small sapphires embedded around it. "Alexander, I love you," I cried. "OF COURSE. YES, YES, ILL MARRY YOU, " I shouted as he placed the ring on my finger.

"He's from there, Jame." James seemed to have lost his mind, and he insisted, "David, as long as it's dead, no one can know except you and me." "Jame, look at him. It's marked," I replied. Two slaps on his cheek didn't seem to be enough to reveal Jame's anger. Our argument caused Brucer to wake up. She got out of my arms. The first thing Brucer did was run over to him. She seemed to forget that I was the one who was assassinated.

he answered trying not to smirk. Beverly chuckled as the sound of the driver’s door closing echoed. “I’m sure she suspected you weren’t getting a dress for your prom night.” Bruce grinned. “She did, but she didn’t ask too many questions. Just size and measurements and what I was . . . looking for. Do you like it?” “I do,” Beverly said as she settled in the seat a few inches away from him. “I love the jewelry.” He snorted with amusement. “Every woman loves diamonds. A man can’t go wrong with those.”

“Nobody knows who owns Diamond.” James smirked. “Not true.” I looked at him. “Diamond company knows who owns Diamond,” he said. “And it’s only a matter of time before someone from inside sells that information.” I frowned. “I doubt that. Diamond is solid.” “Yes,” James agreed. “Diamond is solid. But their people are not.” His gaze sharpened. “In fact… their Managing Director has just been sacked.” I stiffened. “And guess who is offering him a lot of money for information?”

"Ah, well... James, off you go again. Have your fun." "A change of pace, I think," says James. He moves to the front, sorting through the box and, with some appearance of thought, chooses a different knife. He holds it to Finchby. "A shorter, more rigid blade. Designed to cut more deeply." Panic ripples through Finchby's expression. He speaks quickly. "Baxter... he has a base in South America." James exchanges glances with Klempner, raises questioning brows.