James Franco Bulge Novels & Stories

The environment of the room was really tense and it made James feel really intimidated. James Jones, a famous businessman of New York, owner of one of the biggest construction buildings around the country. He had recently signed a contract with 'The Domancos' to build their new hotel and for some reason, he failed to complete the construction of the hotel by the deadline which has never happened before. But this time it happened and he doesn't know but a lot is going on behind this failure.

“You want James’ contact. The man who gets things to Vegas? I can send it. But why the sudden leak? Who set it on edge? You and your bravado have more enemies than common sense these days.” Franco shrugged. “People get nervous. I want the contact sent tonight. I’ll pay a premium.” They laughed together, watching the sky get covered with dark clouds. "You know what I loved the most working with you? You love to do what you know best to do." Gareth paused, raised the cigarette, and puffed smoke out into the air. "Foolishness." He chuckled and moved back. "We've been working for a long time, Franco Bellari, I technically made you what you are today...so why go ahead and betray me?" Franco's eye

Eduardo advanced, grabbing Ignacio tightly. "I'll speak," Ignacio blurted out. "It's Mr. Francesco!" Antonio's eyes narrowed as he pondered the name. "Francesco? You mean the man who sucks up to Buccolini?" Ignacio nodded nervously, "That's the one." Antonio smirked, "Looks like Mr. Francesco isn't just a bootlicker; he's actually trying to bring down Buccolini, am I right?" Ignacio nodded nervously. "So, Francesco is behind all this?" Antonio growled.

James was still silent and took his beer glass and drank it slowly. "Grey, have you ever heard anything bad about my father?" James' question made Grey's frown get deeper. From a side position, he straightened his body thoughtfully. "I do not think so. Mr. Fabrizio is a generous and kind man. He contributed more to Naples than most politicians or people in business. That's all I know!" Grey answered unhesitatingly. James slowly turned to Grey confusingly. "Are you sure?" James asked intensively. Grey nodded. James turned to stare blankly at the drink cabinet in front of the bar counter while Grey waited for the correct answers.

Enzo sounded very friendly, but it was his way of being sarcastic. --- Francisco was walking with his cane in a crowded city in Davao. He is far away from EPUA, and no one would see him. He's disguised well and has bodyguards around him. He inhaled the scent of fruits around the market and started pointing to the fruit he wanted to buy.

I laugh while trying to ignore the women giggling about babies and about the physiques of us men. Franco introduces me to his other mate, James. James is 6ft 3 inches tall and broad shouldered with a muscular build. He has light brown hair and green eyes and a relaxed, but friendly smile. His style is more subdued and professional. He is wearing a gray suit and white shirt, but his tie matches Luz’s dress. “Normally, I keep my private business private and my mates rarely meet visiting Alpha’s but this is an exception, the future Alpha of Alpha’s and her mate! Have you decided on a title for yourself?” Franco beams.

Francisco declared, his words punctuated by the release of smoke from the cigarette he held. He dismissed Andrew's attempts at diplomacy with a dismissive remark, "And Andrew, you are getting your shares, so why are you saying these kinds of things? Don't be someone's lawyer." James, angered by Francisco's audacity, clenched his teeth before unleashing his frustration. "Were the profits not given to you?" Francisco, seemingly unfazed by James's outburst, responded with a mocking smirk. "Profits?" he echoed, as if dismissing the significance of monetary gains.

"Memory manipulation? That's science fiction." "Not anymore," Franco replied. "The prototype worked. Too well. It's why I had to disappear—why Carlos helped me fake my death." "And why my mother killed him?" Alex asked, pieces falling into place. Franco's expression softened with regret. "Geneva discovered Carlos was planning to sell a limited version to select governments. She confronted him, things escalated..." "But why is James involved?" Alex asked as they prepared the lifeboat. "Because James underwent the earliest trials," Franco revealed. "His loyalty to your family isn't natural—it was programmed."

"Just the Francisco twins, they messed up an order and he dealt with them on the spot." Fuck! James opened his eyes wide. "I don't think I will be entering there now," James backed away. "Oh no, he sent for you. He told me to call you," Mario shrugged. "You better be careful there," he said and walked away. James swallowed and put the gun in his pocket. He hated Federico's mood. He always gave difficult jobs when he was moody, and he always expected them to be completed on time. James opened the door and walked in with his heart in his hands.

Franco said as he bowed. “Oh, that’s right! What’s your name?” David asked. “Mr. Liddell, my name is Franco Yoder! Franco means ‘free man’, and my last name is Yoder,” Franco explained. It was his first time meeting a boss like this. An eight-star hotel worth twenty billion, and yet, he did not know his general manager’s name. He was not like other bosses! He was cool and aloof! However, Franco felt at peace again when he remembered that East League Capitals had several trillion dollars’ worth of assets and that they were still growing in value by the minute.