James Ford Lost Novels & Stories

James sneered, "Do I need to remind you of everything you've done? How long were you planning to deceive me? When you got together with me, it wasn't out of love. You wanted to use my position in the Ford family to get back at Haley." Xena's eyes widened in shock. "How did you find out?" She had initially approached James and used every trick in the book to seduce him, all to take away what belonged to Haley. But somewhere along the line, she had genuinely fallen for James. "James, please, let me explain..." Xena pleaded. James shook off her hand and said coldly, "If it weren't for you, I might still be part of the Ford family. My parents wouldn't have been forced to leave and live such a mi

“It’s in the past and he’s dead. We shouldn’t wallow when we won.” “Next time there’s a hunter in our midst, we don’t wait, we kill him, cause or no cause.” James' voice was angry but I also understood why. He’d lost his mother and father because of Adrian. We spent the day together and watched as they drove off. I felt a little bit sad as the car disappeared from view. James texted me when they arrived at home and I felt that I could breathe a bit easier. That night I felt extremely sad as I read Christian his bedtime story. I missed my mother more than I could express. Thinking about Adrian made me think of Ramos and that made me think of Karani and how big the void of her in our lives was

Instead, it was for the people he cared about. Eldon looked at Sebastian calmly and said while still holding on to a ray of hope, "Mister Ford, you had come a long way over the years. You had lived abroad in exile when you were a teenager. Then, you formed a mercenary team abroad. Later, you returned to your country and decided to fight against the entire Ford family for your mother. Throughout this entire process, in that kind of bloodbath, you have injured others, haven't you? You probably had injured even more people back then than I did now, right?" "I did not intend to reprimand you. I just wanted to say that in any battle and any scheme, there will be losses. Losses in terms of money o

One more win and he’d claim the crown. “You’re just a loser who couldn’t beat my big brother for years,” Kennedy shot back, voice tight. “If he hadn’t had an accident, you wouldn’t even—” “Nah, nah,” James cut in, smirking. “He’s a cripple now. He won’t be competing again.” Then he saw Alicia. His eyes widened, shock flashing into something uglier. He grimaced as if the sight of her beside Andy offended him. “Hey, pretty lady,” James drawled. “You might not know this, but Andy’s not just a cripple—he can’t perform as a man either. I know you’re with him for his money, but I’m rich too. Come with me and feel like a woman.”

He himself was hirt, sad but James's grief was bigger than him, it was much more intense and much more damaging, he just lost his brother, his last and only blood related family. "Stop lying. Tell me it's a prank. This isn't funny anymore, Christopher. Call Miles, I'm here to take him home with me." James wiped the eyes and asked as he knew that Miles would jump out from behind the door and all this pain and suffering will end. But it was too late to dream.

“I gave her everything. EVERYTHING!” He pounded the counter. “She was supposed to stay… Even if I lied, even if it wasn’t my kid, I could have—could’ve made her love me again.” The bartender sighed and turned away, used to broken men saying broken things. But James wasn’t done. “I lost Rita. I lost my mom. And those bastards want my blood. Hah!” He laughed bitterly, then suddenly grew quiet. A group of men entered the bar. James caught a glimpse of them from the corner of his eye. He knew those suits—he’d borrowed from them before.

“I have a late shift tonight and I could really use a sitter. My usual one got another job.” She laughed. “Well, why didn’t you say so in the first place?” Don Alfero was a cliché from his leather shoes to his big belly, gold rings and pudgy face, full of frown lines. He had allowed them into his apartment, and they sat across from him and two of his bodyguards. “I was sad to hear about James,” the don commented in a thick accent. “He was a good guy, loyal, you know? I can’t believe anyone would do something like this.”

The two of them clinked their glasses together. "You're on. You'd better not regret it if you lose, Mr. Ford." "You should first consider how you're going to endure the humiliation if you lose, Mr. Feland." Jared finished his drink and left. He was confident that he wouldn't lose—and he couldn't afford to lose either. Whether it was the Hover Group project or Yvonne, he couldn't afford to lose either of them to Luther. As he was making his way out, he happened to run into Leon, who was on the way back from the restroom.

he says calmly. “Are you sad? About losing everything?” I ask him. “I lost everything, but on the bright side, I have you, I found you, and Milo, and Theo, even if he’s that angry right now, after a while, he’ll get over it, I’m sure,” James says, but he doesn’t know Theo, he doesn’t forgive, when he’s angry, he’s angry for a while, and only god knows when he decides to be over it and stop being angry at all of us.

So, she would help him with that. James nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I know. I admit this is all my fault. And I am so sorry. I was wrong to have told you to pretend as my girlfriend —" She cut in,"Yes, you are." Thinking she was being serious, James nodded again. "I really don't know what to say or do to make you forgive me," he continued. "No, you —,"Joyce was about to cut in again when James hindered that. "Joyce, can you just be serious for once? I am damn serious about this, babe. I feel like I'm about to lose you and I don't want that to happen, so please," James pleaded.