James From Unspeakable Novels & Stories

Behind the tree, the Mo siblings were speaking to each other. Miss Mo had woken up and had used a healing pill to heal her face. The only thing was her front teeth were still missing. Miss Mo: "Why didn't you guys tell me?!" Her brother wanted to comfort her but the image of his sister made him wince. Currently she was speaking unclearly with wind breaking in as she spoke. Young master Mo lips twitched at the sight and replied. Young master Mo: “Xiao Jing, it's not that your brother didn't want to tell you. We didn't know how to tell you. Even if we told you nothing would change.”

***** 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. ---

Sending the little he earns to his mother. James was once a happy child until he witnessed his father's death. Damn the bloody cops, why kill a man in front of his child. Even though a thief he was. There is no justifying the sinister act. Oh lord. Poor boy he surely won't experience a happy life, "James, James what did you see? James! James! Say something!.[Those are the voices of the people who surrounded him]

James shifted into his wolf, angry as fuck. “ Kill him!” He ordered. “ Kill that fucking abomination!” As soon as those words left his mouth, everybody that was around us came for Dominic immediately. But, my attention was on something else. I meant, someone else. Once James returned to his human form, he adverted his eyes to me. The way he looked at me, I knew he was not done. I turned to Dominic, who was having problems himself. When he stepped back, I gasped as I saw how much damage his ex-pack did to him. James laughing is what drew my attention back to him.

James said as he stood barely and inch towards Brandon stiffed body as sound of their breath could be heard by both parties. James broke a cold sweat, revealing his vulnerability. He maintained composure, despite realizing that James is actually more mysterious than him. The stares of both men remained fixed as a soul walker past them almost instantly. “I don’t know who you’re and where you from, but I’ll not relent and watch you talk my girl as yours. I’ll frustrate you, find a way to destroy your so called empire.* “And how does that sounds in your own ears?” James asks as he stares directly at Brandon.

"It’s just a shame Joana didn’t die. If she had, I wouldn’t have had to waste my time. I could’ve gotten rid of Cassandra right away." James’s vision blurred as the lack of oxygen made his head spin, but his mind was still sharp enough to process the horrifying confession. 'This fucker… He’s ruthless, cold-blooded. He even planned to kill his mate just to clear his path to power.' Using the last bit of his strength, James tried to pry Scott’s hands off, his body thrashing weakly. His lips parted, forcing out the only words he had left. "Y-yo..u... a-are… n-nothing… b-but… a-an… a-animal…"

His expression says it all. “If you're going to burn them in hell, I will destroy every kind of this f*cking place, Emerald. They should not dare to touch Jacob or else, they will see the monstrous side of me.” James responded at me, his teeth were gritted as well. If I am scared earlier, James is way better. Those words that he let out, it's dangerous and knowing him, he has the final say. He can do whatever he wants to do but only if the enemies trigger him.

“So, um . . . James, do you feel up to telling us about your recent ordeal?” He slid a reluctant glance at Eliza before nodding. Seeing as Blakeney had not heard about the voice he figured he should start from there. “Okay. Last Saturday when we went to the Holocaust museum, everything froze around me when I was watching a newsreel of Hitler speaking.” Blakeney’s dark gray eyes narrowed minutely and Worthington’s brows rose. “A deep voice began to speak to me. It called me by name and then called me the Child of the Prophecy. The voice said that if I came to him, only I would have to die.” James felt Eliza wince at that. “If not, then all of my loved ones”—he flicked his eyes at her—“would d