James From Unspeakable Novels & Stories

James actually waited for the cloud to become darkened before he did this knowing fully well that the sun was an enemy of his. "Hey Dude i didn't mean to kidnap you, all i need is you record my final speech live to your station." James said and he nodded. The press man rose up and clicked his camera acting raising it at James. "My name is James Smith, yeah you all know me and i don't need to introduce myself as the cops would be here soon, just wanna apologize for being a villain In this city all this while, yeah that night at the field those things that attacked, they turned me into something else, something that can only survive by drinking blood...." James said and sniffed in tears.

“You see, that man killed my mother. And you hurt my brother. That is unforgivable in my mind and just the same applies to you and your people who tried to kill me and kidnapped my brother. “I do not have the blood of a killer flowing in my veins. But I have all the reasons not to hold back anymore. I will allow no one anymore to kill or harm the people I love. “I have all the reasons to kill you all. You should not have done that. I have finished the first part of destroying you because I can see you and, unfortunately, for you. “You do not know where I am right now. Say your last goodbyes. I am going to kill you and I am walking out of here with my brother.” “Really?” “Be assured I am.” “O

James raised his brow and asked, “Fight? Who are you fighting? Are there other living beings here?” Chubacast a glance at the black spectral figure, his gaze seemingly challenging, as if to say, go ahead and challenge him, what are you waiting for? Seemingly intimidated, the black spectral figure, evaded the question. Instead, he asked, “D-Do you have some weird hobby? You like being naked or something?” James let out a surprised exclamation and glanced down at himself, only to realize that he was indeed naked. He blushed at the discovery.

She is the answer. “Answer?” James asked again and again. Woman? Brother? James shook his head, he tried to picture a brother. Nothing. He could not picture his mother, either. Nor his father. Even in his visions, pain exploded through his head, shutting down his memories. Tick, tock, tick tock. Kill! Revenge, an equally familiar male voice suddenly boomed. Deeper, harder. Damn it. He had to find out who was speaking to him. Had to know. Had to, had to, had to.

" mumbled James, he didn't want to talk about his boss. Emily sneered, " you will never speak bad things about your boss, won't you? well then, don't mind my question, " Emily let out waving hand. James laughed, showing a row of white teeth. " Okay, I will try to answer as best as I can. Just ask! James said he didn't know why he was so happy to talk to Emily. Emily smiled widely, " I don't want to ask, I want you to tell me about the Specters, Emily said blinking a few times. James laughed " hmmm I don't know where to start.......

he asked with narrowed eyes. I began telling him everything, from how I used Tynan to test the drug he had given me, the side-effect of the drug on him, which was drinking the blood of werewolves and a little bit of cannibalism, to how I asked him to kill Abi and how he hadn’t contacted me yet until now. “You stupid bitch!” James roared furiously after I finished recounting everything. His angry roar agitated the beast and made it struggle again. The sound of rattling chains filled the basement as he tried to free himself, looking like he wanted to protect his master from me, the enemy.

Oh God. He had fucked his daughter. His baby. Again. This time in front of some strange college girl. Right there. Like nothing was wrong with that in the world. James looked around the lake. All five college kids back by the other side of the lake, talking and laughing with each other. He had no idea what they might be saying. No thought other than to get away. "Molly, I... We have to... Oh God," James said. Those were the only words he had left. Oh God Oh God Oh God.

The brother let out a heart-wrenching wail that pierced through the tension like glass shattering. James lowered his weapon slowly, surveying the chaos he had just unleashed with an unsettling calmness. “This is what happens when you fail me,” he said coldly, turning away from the scene as if it were nothing more than an inconvenience. The remaining men stepped back, their expressions a mix of fear and respect for their boss. Rose felt sickened by what she had just witnessed, this was not just a man, this was a monster cloaked in power and authority. As James walked past her toward the staircase, their eyes met for a brief moment. His gaze was icy and unreadable, but there was something else

Katniss: “Stop it! Please, stop it!” I screamed hearing my voice crack, pleading with them to release James to us . “James, no!” I could only scream in an effort and with a lifted head, and for a second he looked at me. He was overwhelmed by a blend of pain and apologies before they shut until he fell into unconsciousness. “Enough!” His father ordered then pointedly; an order laced with resentment. But the blows kept coming. Over and over, they attacked him again and again, savagely.

But nothing could resist James's murderous instincts. No one knows that after the torture and murder he did to Marissa, James almost committed suicide. He couldn't bear to hear Marissa's moans of pain until she was bleeding and hanging to death. Now the nightmare returns when Lordes admits that the girl is her niece.