James Ford Lost Novels & Stories

- she said and tried to get a look from him. -I am. I've lost things that maybe I'm missing now... I've lost the most important person I had. And you know what? I've never cried over her death. James looked up. -Don't say anything. -He said coldly. The sentimental James was gone, like a bolt of lightning.

Zelda As the door shut, James exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. His body was tense, his fists clenched at his sides. James stood motionless, staring at the door, his jaw clenched so tightly that I thought he might break. Mr Ferguson was the first to speak, his voice firm but not unkind. “James, I know you’re angry, but she’s still your mother.” James let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “Still my mother?” His voice wavered. “What kind of mother does this to her child? What kind of mother lets him suffer for years and then—then when the truth comes out, she refuses to even acknowledge it?”

Lynn's POV I slumped onto the couch, wishing I'd let Alec come with me. My family and I had just got back from James' funeral. James was my cousin, who'd lost his life in a car accident while driving home from work. It was a very tragic accident as he was so young and had graduated with a masters degree in Psychotherapy two months back. After many years of studying, he'd not lived long enough to enjoy the fruits of his hard work.

He took one look at me and knew what happened. “I’m so sorry, Julia.” He said as I ran to him in tears. “Mom, are you okay?” James asked me. I nodded my head, “I’m fine baby, go play for a little bit, okay?” He listened and took off to his room and I cried even harder now. Travis caressed my hair and did his best to calm me down. It was finally over. I accepted when I lost Luis, but I hadn’t accepted when I lost James. I was holding out for a miracle that one day he’d return, and everything would go back to the way it was before.

"You know who I am, then." Adom couldn't stop the way his lips spread into a smile. "Oh, of course. WIN James —shamed son of the James family. War hero on the losing side."

As a result, she failed to notice the dark, resentful look that flickered in his eyes. Wanda rushed home only to realize that all of James' belongings had disappeared. "James! I wasn't the one who blew up the tombstone! You have to believe me! It must have been an accident!" The bedroom was completely empty when she pushed the door open. There was a note on the table. "We're over, Wanda Foster." Wanda felt as if an explosion had gone off in her mind, leaving a loud buzzing in her ears. In the past, James would simply sulk by himself no matter what happened. Even during the peak of his anger, he would just give her the cold shoulder for a few days. He had never left the villa before.

Love - James He sighed and hit the send button. As he looked at the message sent icon, he hoped that Joey was okay and adjusting to his absence. James would definitely write more often, and now that he had money, even send presents for birthdays and Christmas. Joey’s birthday was coming up; maybe he’d get him a new game or ask Tres to build him a tablet that latches on to wi-fi networks for free or something. Sounds like a plan. With nothing better to do, James looked up a Latin-to-English website to study ahead for class. He still had an hour to go before his customary 6:30 am, so he figured that he might as well do something useful with his time. Before long, he was completely engrossed in

Damian didn't disappear after the cold reception at the summit. Instead, he lost it completely, rooting himself in the city where my research base was located like some stubborn, dying weed. He offloaded all his business in Manhattan. The Don who once held the power of life and death over the five boroughs was now reduced to a man standing guard outside the cold iron gates of a laboratory. He stopped wearing his bespoke suits. He’d wasted away until he was skeletal, the lethal edge in his brow long since replaced by the pathetic look of a beaten dog.

As if watching him, Ford calls back as soon as he finished reading the words. Oswald picks up and in angry voice shouts at him, “What is it again Ford?” “I don’t know, are you that foolish? I would have held her above all my riches. Why would you lose such a good, beautiful, intelligent and hardworking woman to a super idol? I can’t believe that you choose that proud woman? You were actually cheated on? The whole Oswald crofts? Oh dear, I pity you now and your near future.” Ford teased him in serious voice

"James, the second you framed me for Emily, you lost every right to ask me ANYTHING. "Lillian is MY pup. And she'll grow up knowing Leon's her father." Leon squeezed my hand, then shot James a cold grin. "Leave. Don't stain this place with your presence." James just stood there, stunned. Then he turned—and whatever pride he had left crumpled with him. He staggered off, back to his pack. They wouldn't even let him run with the lowest hunt squad now. Just rejection. Just disgrace. He wound up at the docks, hauling crates in the cold.