James From Unspeakable Novels & Stories

"Oh? You have a mouth on you, don't you? Threatening me?" I pressed myself harder against the wall. My lungs felt tight, suffocating. "I... I just needed to use the restroom. I didn't think the sign mattered. I'm sorry I saw... whatever that was. It’s not a big deal," I rambled, the words tumbling out as my hands began to shake. "I know who you are. Nathan Zac Ramirez, right? So... please." The pressure in my chest snapped. Hot tears spilled over my eyelashes, tracking burning lines down my cheeks. My shoulders shook, and I squeezed my eyes shut, utterly mortified to be breaking down in front of him.

The chair: the closest thing to success, and even that had ended with me studying the wall while he stepped past me at close range and said thank you in the voice of a man accepting ordinary help with an ordinary chair. The problem, I decided, was not my intentions. The problem was that Julien was a very composed person who gave very little away, and I was apparently a person who, under mild romantic pressure, became someone who knocked over houseplants and made sustained eye contact with walls. I was still working out a different approach when Lucas solved the problem for me, as he occasionally did, in his entirely unconscious way.

I was just holding my five months old baby bump, crying while watching the relentless flow of red liquid — my son. I could feel Peter approaching me but I just shot him a very bad look, "What? Don’t you dare come near me! You really are an animal Peter! You only thought that I am just some dirty whores who let myself impregnate by you. You know what? Now I wish - I wish that I shouldn't have chose to love someone like you," weak words came out of my mouth as my tears flowed— "And–cut!" Direk Gino shouted. And Farhan, my co-actor that I was with in the scene earlier, immediately led me upright .

she said. The same old lip service, pretending to care while keeping me at arm's length. There was a time when Yvette was my everything, and I never once questioned her love for me. However, I saw a voice message from someone named Pax on Yvette's phone. Trying to sound nonchalant, I asked, "Honey, who's Pax?" Yvette seemed rattled as she replied, "Oh, he's just a younger guy at work, that's what everyone calls him."

I was standing beside James, my eyes curved into crescents from a smile while I clung to his arm with both hands. At the time, Marissa hadn't yet joined our family. He would still stroke my head and comfort me, telling me not to be scared as he was there. James stared at the photo for a moment before huge drops of tears started splattering onto the table, and he began slapping himself. Once… Twice… Thrice… Then, he would switch sides and repeat the motion. He didn't stop until his mouth was swollen and blood trickled from the corner of his lips. "I killed her," he rasped hoarsely. "I killed my younger sister with my own two hands."

the man added in a dramatic sigh of resignation “Remember...it is classified, we can’t let Jake know just yet. I will tell him myself when we get the bad guy...okay?” “Yeah, yeah...” the guy waved dismissively and followed Ash out. “Bye James! We will see you first thing tomorrow!” Jason called after the man. He grumbled a reply, muttering, “you guys just think I am some magician, next it would be Jake asking me to print real money for some 007 mission impossible. Incredible, the lots of you—” “At least you get some tips, I get nothing but my salary...” Jason replied. “Guilt-tripping? That’s new,” James hissed. Jason laughed.

Sphinx nods seemingly unsure. I glance towards the boys as in giving them the reign to take over, it feels too bothersome for me. “Please remove your hood then we can discuss the matter further.” James says sternly. I glare at him for his tone towards Sphinx, he nods his head in understanding. Sphinx’s head perks up at the mention of his name and begins to remove his hands from his pockets and pulls down his hood slowly. Revealing hi-her?! Sphinx is a girl? Unexpected...

Debugging the Sequence The black screen holding Jonathan Bryce’s declaration glowed like a tombstone in the dark War Room. The silence it left behind was not of shock, but of a terrible, clarifying focus. The enemy had a name, a face, and a motive that was at once insane and horribly logical.

I ask James, he doesn’t seem to be okay. “Oh, I’m fine, my hero is a human girl who’s afraid of her father, oh has the mighty fall,” he says, his words going from laughter to tears, he didn’t look to be okay anymore, he looked like a very sad man, he looked like one who’s broken. “James, they saved you, against my will, I know this is embarrassing, but no one need to know how and why, you’re here now and that’s all that matters,” Milo says.

The drive is quiet and only the music blasts through my ears. I would like to know what she is thinking. Once we get to campus we walk to the location of the crime. I pick up James’s scent and we walk to them. “What happened?” - I ask when we get there and I can see Julia is uncomfortable. “Human dead” - James says with his eyes locked on Julia. I growl and stand in front of her. “Do you mind fucking paying attention?” - I bark at him. “Sorry” - he says “Where is father?”