James From Unspeakable Novels & Stories

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.

"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 .

If you leave without causing a scene, I might even let you keep him, for your precious "father-son bond." I could not believe the nerve of this guy. Yvette had pinned a giant scarlet letter on me and still expected me to play the parent. I took another leisurely sip of my coffee, just watching Patrick's little show. He rambled on, and when I did not immediately bite, he got antsy. "What's your deal? Your wife steps out on you, and you're not even shocked?" "I'm giving you an out here, and you're not even reacting."

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...

A node of sentiment in his perfect machine. While Mimi engaged Bryce, her voice steady, debating the philosophy of legacy, pulling his brilliant, broken mind into a logical duel, William moved. It wasn’t a calculated strategy, it was a desperate, instinctual lunge. He swept his arm across the glass desk, not at Bryce, but at the photo and its pad. The frame sailed through the air, smashing against the concrete floor. Glass exploded. The charging pad sparked and died. Bryce’s lecture cut off. A raw, animal sound tore from his throat. “CLARA!”