James From Unspeakable Novels & Stories

Bright James’s basement smelled of damp earth and rusty metal. A bare lightbulb flickered over the hunter’s face, tied to a chair with thick rope. His dark, cold eyes showed not a hint of fear. I stood in front of him, arms crossed, while the rest of the pack formed a silent semicircle. Rage burned in my throat, but I forced myself to breathe. I couldn’t lose control. “Name,” James said firmly. We hadn’t questioned him before, leaving him hungry for a couple of days so desperation would loosen his tongue.

Alpha Dominic said in low tone “I can't hear you well, please, increase your tone. They sound too vague in my hearing. Can you speak louder?” “I know you heard me well. You just want me to repeat myself which I will not be doing. If you can't hear me properly, you can rest on that. I have something else for you. This will be very surprising but I did it and you can take it as a token of love.” “So far you didn't kill anyone, I'm sure I will accept it,” James said joyously. “Wait!” He exclaimed like he had remembered something. “You can really be unpredictable when it comes to stuff like this. I can't be so sure it is a good gift,”

Damn, mom makes a valid point. "How do we break the news to her that the one guy she's afraid of is back to get her?" Jim whispers to his wife. She simply shrugs her shoulders. "I honestly don't know the answer to that question, honey, but you're a smart guy. I have faith that you'll figure it out." "Dad!" Stella's voice echoes from upstairs, and I can sense the distress in her tone. We all rush up to Stella's room. As we enter, we find her sitting on the floor, clutching her phone, rocking back and forth, tears streaming down her face.

“James, I don’t think that’s a good idea. With everything that’s been going on—” “Yeah, I know,” he said. “I know. It’s fucked! Totally and completely fucked! People are fucking dead and I want to go out and throw fake body parts around and make fucking jokes about Torso and I Dismember Mama. But I love this stuff! My whole fucking life has been leading up to this. It’s my chance, you know? To not be a freak anymore.” “James . . . ”

James jumped and Zane saw his bottom lip began to tremble. “For fuck’s sake,” Tom sighed and shook his head. They were all used to handle individuals from their own world, not soft doctors. “I shouldn’t have done it, I shouldn’t have asked her to sleep with Mr. Cleaso,” James said in a trembling voice, the first tear rolling down his face. The other men swore at his confession.

I didn't feel any guilty, infact I was satisfied What the hell did I just do? I stood, hands shaking, jaw clenched. My breath came in ragged bursts as I stared at the broken girl beneath me. This wasn’t who I was. This wasn’t who I wanted to be. “Jason!” I roared, stumbling away from the bed. He rushed in instantly. His eyes widened at the sight of Elsa. “Get the physician,” I said hoarsely, gripping the edge of the wall. “Now.” Jason hesitated, shocked.

No more pity from this man. James walked out of the bathroom dripping with water, only wearing black basketball shorts ........ HIS ABBBBSSS. My whoremons definitely need to be put down, this is serious yet here I am distracted by his finely structured body. I pryed my eyes of his well defined body and mustered the courage to ask him a question. " James why aren't you in your room" I spoke, he turned my way. " this is my room and your sleeping here" he stated tiredly. I couldn't help but feel the butterflies in my stomach explode as he looked back at me with a certain expression plastering itself on his face. James crawled into bed and switched of the lamp.

***** JAMES I don't want to talk, don't want to think about it; what has happened, her behaviour.... Why? Why would you treat me like this? So, I spend my time alone. I try to read, listen to music. Nothing helps. My mind spirals, collapsing inward, riding never-ending circles, always asking the same question.... Why? .... How can I trust you? How can I possibly trust you again? .... To conceal something like that from me.... Your Master And yet you told him....

Letting it all out there, blunt and bone-deep, felt like a combination of a hand grenade detonating in his chest and jumping without a parachute. Part of him resented their answer, bracing himself for a violent counterattack that would only fuel the flames of his rebellion. However, a deeper part wished for a different reaction, for them to simply...confess. Finally, they laid themselves bare, admitting that the entire game had been a prolonged exercise in unnecessary put-on and manipulation. "Caleb..." Claire was the first to speak up after clearing her throat, evidently attempting a soothing maternal tone despite the apprehensive expression on her face. "Baby, I know things might seem a ce

My voice shook slightly, betraying me. James smirked, his eyes flicking toward me briefly before returning to the road. "Somewhere that suits your current state. I’ll even throw in a wardrobe upgrade. Consider it my investment in keeping things...civil." I tensed, my fingers tightening around the plush wolf. “I don’t need anything from you.” “Your appearance suggests otherwise,” James said coldly. His words—or his wolf’s dominance layered beneath them—made my wolf cringe. ---