James Ford Lost Novels & Stories

Joan held her hand up, “And that’s where we’re different, boy. Money is everything, but only if you’ve earned it. And getting your handouts makes me feel as if I ain’t earned it.” James’ jaw ticked, but he remained silent. “You’ve been sneaking around my back, using my mate to find out what the hell is going on and didn’t think to confide in your aunt?” The last few words left her mouth thick with emotion. James’ face fell into his hands, “I didn’t want you to worry.” Bloodshot eyes lifted from his hands and emotion clogged my throat as I stared at the strong man that I loved. “Everyone died that day. Because I wasn’t strong enough. And I’ve lost my wolf.” He shook his head, “I feel a part o

“Now listen to James before you kill him.” “Ashton, I wanted to tell you everything when Katherine asked me to but I was too scared. They threatened to kill my family. However, I felt very sorry for Katherine. I knew she was in trouble because of that snake you think is your friend. I wanted to help Katherine and when I spoke to John about it, we found out this was all somehow connected to one another. We checked everything, from your friend's bank accounts to her phone number and that’s when we found him.” James tried to make him understand.

“I want you to come work for me… well, not for me—with me. You are so brilliant when it comes to real estate, and with someone like you…” I couldn’t hear anything he said anymore. I just saw his mouth moving, his lips forming words, but my head was buzzing too loudly to hear a single thing. Work for him… Nicholas Ford. James’s enemy. The same man James never hesitated to curse whenever his name came up. James once said Nicholas would rather burn the entire market down than lose a deal. And here I was, sitting across from him, letting him cook for me, laughing at how charming he was, and feeling like my chest was going to explode anytime he came near.

Because of the loss of a plastic ring we bought from a shop. "I’m hurt. You were so mad when I lost mine; how could you lose yours?" James says and I laugh. "Yeah, right? That was so childish of me." "You remember the vows we made?" "To be together for the rest of our lives? What the fuck were we thinking?" "You wanted a cat and two dogs," James says gently and I meet his eyes. "You remember." He gets to his feet and drops on the side of the bed. "I remember every single moment of my life I spent with you. Each of them is my best memory, so how could I forget?"

She would simply take my hand gently in hers. James had become both a mentor and a trusted friend. Whenever he saw this, he would tease me with a grin, "Mr. Ford, your romantic baggage really never seems to end. After all these years, have you truly let it go? I hear Julie's life isn't so great these days." I smiled faintly. "That has nothing to do with me. The only people I'm responsible for now are my wife and my children." James nodded in understanding and changed the subject. "Where to next? Where do you want to expand our business empire?"

The weight of their loss pressed upon them like a relentless storm, and each day seemed a relentless battle against the gaping void left by their beloved son and brother. James, in particular, was deeply affected by the loss. Alex had been his heir, his pride and joy, the one who would carry on the family's trade and legacy. Now, that future had been shattered, and James grappled with a profound sense of emptiness. He spent hours sitting by the river, staring at the very waters that had claimed his son's life, as if searching for answers in their depths. But the river offered no solace, only a relentless reminder of the tragedy that had unfolded on its banks.

“Because I’ve been where you are.” Her breath caught. James lowered his gaze. “I was betrayed too—by the woman I loved most. Just once, but it was enough. I lost everything that night. Since then, I swore I’d never tolerate betrayal again… even from my own blood.” Silence fell. Only the sound of rain whispered through the window. Emma’s body slackened, her anger softening. She sat back down, her expression dimmer now. “You said… you lost everything?” James nodded. “The woman I loved. And a child I never got the chance to meet.”

Over a hundred years spent as best friends and blood brothers and he betrayed us in the worst way, I wish I could kill him all over again. The truth is, we never even saw it coming, we missed all the signs, how distant he became, he stopped confiding in us, random bouts of jealousy for no reason and we blew it off as him having a bad day. He hid so much from us and as much as I am glad I am back, it was still a painful past for all of us. Toffe especially was hurt by him and his betrayal, Toffe loved him as a kid and it will never make sense to us how he loved this boy and imprisoned him for a thousand years. I was brought out of my thoughts when my son Cam linked me and said, "James is miss

“I have to show him what he lost. The rare gem I discovered from his sheer foolishness.” My eyelashes flutter. I'm not sure what he means. He faces James. “You will watch me fuck your ex on the car that should’ve been yours. And in the house, you also lost.” My jaws drop, my eyes pop wide. James also has a similar reaction. “Come, doll.” He beckons, excited like a young teenager. “Come drip for daddy.”

I was just about to run toward him when one of his bodyguards kicked me squarely in the chest and bellowed, "Get lost! You're soiling the Donna's path!" I spat out a mouthful of blood from that single savage blow and watched through blurred vision as Dante's back disappeared into the revolving doors. I knew he heard my screams, but he didn't so much as spare a glance back. I held Leone's lifeless, icy frame as he took his last breath on that snowy night. I then surrendered to the hopelessness and closed my eyes forever.