James Ford Lost Novels & Stories

"We can't afford any disruptions tonight. If he's not here soon, we'll need to adjust our plans." "Though it's Andrew's party, we have our own intentions," she added. Max nodded. "I'll try to reach him again." From a distance, Andrew muttered, "He didn't come. I don't think he'll forgive me so soon." James rolled his eyes. "Andrew, Francisco is lost in his dream." "What do you mean?" Andrew asked. "Actually, it's just his weakness coming to light," James said with a smirk. "Anyway, I'll talk to Mr. Yong," James added, walking away.

he quickly apologized and turned his gaze away from her. "I understand," Fiona replied calmly. "James, I never lied about my feelings for you and I am sorry for all that I did. I felt wrong by your action and your mother's humiliation. I lost my job and lost everything after that press conference. No one wanted to walk with me any more. I had to flee town because the media wouldn't let me be. I met a friend and told her everything that had happened she told me she would help me get justice and get my job back. I have a job now and I have money I can't fathom but I still can't find my joy. It didn't take me much thinking to figure my joy lie with you," Fiona confessed and James was surprised

Every mother should be like this after loosing her child for one day, they never thought about her mother who is crying everyday for Griffin, it’s just 24 hours and she is crying her heart out and Lucy how is she handling every minute from last 15 years. “Ford, mark her words, if I brough Ashford she can’t make things difficult for my mother” Ford nods, Gatlin’s confidence face showed that he knows where Ashford is “do you know where he is or what happen to him” Ford needs Ashford as Stin (Justin in Ford’s mouth) with his sister already left for Country B and very soon they need Ashford in good condition.

Though he knew with the passage of time the weight of grief would sail away like a ship on the ocean, the loss of so many lives would never truly leave him. With everything that is within him, James hoped the sacrifices of so many would not prove to be in vain. But he knew that depended on the outcome of this war. If they stood victorious at the end, then their losses would not have been for nothing. However, if the worst came to pass . . . James didn’t even want to think about that, and he involuntarily flinched away from the thought. Thankfully, before it could be explored any further, a knock sounded on the door frame. He smiled as he caught her sight in the mirror.

So, he sat quietly behind the glass wall, waiting for Blake to speak. "Do you remember my father, James Ford?" Blake sat down and asked. Stuart nodded. "I remember. He was the leader of our team." "Why did you betray him back then?"

“We're done with you and I'll make sure everyone knows what kind of man you really are. You've lost James, accept it.” With that she turned on her heels and walked away, the lady following close behind her. James watched them go, his heart pounding with a mix of rage and fear. They would pay for this, they would get what was coming for them no matter what it might take him. But as he stood, he sunk to the floor again. He laid there, alone and in pain, a sinking feeling stood in his stomach. For the first time in his life, he wondered if maybe, just maybe, he had already lost.

In no time, he began to take off his suit. *********** "David is… is that you?" Fred asked Jameson with extremely high curiousity and positive anticipation. "No sir. I'm not David. The name's Jameson" Jameson said and switched off his arousing curiosity. "Oh. I've got a son who looks just like you. He got a scar on his head like you. His name was David Booker." Fred said and looked away as he remembered his son. "What happened to him?" Jameson asked. "Well, it's a long story. 20 years ago, he was taken by some criminals. They took him away from me. I never got to meet him since then" Fred said and lowered his head in agony.

James’s phone buzzes and he pulls it out of his pocket. He glances at the screen and shifts his weight. “It’s Redmond.” He answers it. “Dr. Redmond...” I hobble out to the bed after pulling on the underwear the nurse left. James follows me. I sit there on the edge of the bed, trying to feel something other than empty. “No,” James says quietly, turning toward the curtained window. “She lost the baby… Yes. But it’s still to be kept a secret, okay?” He’s silent for a beat while Redmond talks. Then James exhales. “So you think… it could’ve already been going to happen?”

After that, James takes everyone to his house - where James, Fidelia and Anatole are living. James's house is relatively small, facing the sea; anyone can watch the sunrise or sunset. "Everyone sits down, don't stand and look like that." James said: "Want to have a drink?" "No need, James. We want to know how Fidelia is. Why is she….calling you that? And this baby….is Declan's child." James sat contemplative and silent for a long time, his eyes brooding. He sighed, looked up at everyone, and said, "Yes, Fidelia lost her memory after falling from the cliff into the sea."

"There are things, Reagan, that are too hard to hold but harder to let go of. We'll do everything to hold that tight because it's too hard when lost. It's easier for people to accept what is about to go but still holding onto it than accepting something that is already gone. " I stared at him and saw a mixture of joy and sadness in his eyes. "What do you mean, Ate? I don't get it." I murmured. She smiled, lifting her hand to touch my face. "Let go, Reagan." She smiled at me. "Let go of the pain you have in your heart, it's not your fault why I lost. I did that because I love you." I froze, it was as if in the blink of an eye, I was on the cold ground, the room is dark, only the opening in th