James From Unspeakable Novels & Stories

"Now if you'll excuse me, I need to rest." "Of course," James said, backing away slowly. "Rest up. But if you need anything...anything at all...you know where to find me." He grinned, his eyes wandering shamelessly over my body before he turned and loped off. A shudder of disgust rippled through me and I hurried into my hut, securing the entrance tightly. James' behavior was growing bolder and more inappropriate by the day. Ever since my father's death, he seemed to think there was a place for him at my side. But I would rather die than let that vile worm think he could ever be my partner.

Alan asked again this time sounding more violent and then James gave in. "I don't know what it's for, I only know that I can't take it off from my finger, I noticed it on my finger the night my parents died, I woke up in an alley with burns on my left arm, I didn't know what happened but as I tried to get myself I saw my burns heal up right there, and all I could feel was this hunger for blood, I don't know what happened next but it's been happening, the excruciating hunger for blood" James explained. "I don't know what we are but when I saw you in the alley I knew you were like me, we were alike I and your whole family, so I wanted to know more of what we are that's why I am here" James add

Your father and I will be joining you soon because I will kill that leech for leaving me with a message and then kill myself later. James started coughing and grinning. She was speaking about killing him, and he was happy with that. Great! Just great! * #TBC

His voice was disturbingly calm, more frightening than any outburst of rage. “I warned you not to touch her. I gave you a chance.” “So what?!” Zinnia’s eyes were filled with twisted hatred. “She’s a cheap whore who stole you from me! She ruined my life! If I can’t have you, no one else can! I wanted to destroy her! James, if you’ve got the guts, kill me right now! Just like you did back then when you killed everyone who stood in your way! Come on! Do it!” James closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes again, they exhibited a cold, unfeeling sense of resolve.

He sighed heavily before uttering a words. “Dad yes. I’m gay ”James said wholeheartedly. //WyByCa

"Like something is flowing inside you." James flinched slightly. He turned to It with eyes full of terror. "You know... you know something, don't you?" James asked, panting. "There are many things in this world we can't explain," Uncle Daeng interjected, his voice flat. He looked at James with a compassionate expression, as if he knew what James was facing.

"It was—it was like bells. Like music. Like everything good in the world concentrated into sound. When you laughed, I—I felt like nothing bad could ever happen. Like we were safe. Like—" "We weren't safe though," James said quietly. He rarely spoke about his past. About before. But sometimes he did. "None of us were. I laughed too. Before I woke up. Before I killed my parents. I was happy boy and then—then I became monster. Just like that. One moment laughing, next moment murderer." "You were scared," Albert said. "You were confused. You didn't mean to—"

I promised. The call ended with the faint click of finality. Almost at once, James appeared at my side. His expression was composed, but his eyes—sharp, calculating—betrayed what he’d seen. “Sir…” he began carefully, adjusting his cuff as though disguising his unease. “Did I see—?” I cut him off. “You saw him too.” James’s lips pressed into a thin line, a rare crack in his unshakable armor. “Yes. I did.” He hesitated, lowering his voice. “And I have no explanation.”

“I know you James. I know your favorite color is blue. I know your favorite music is Hip-hop. I know your favorite rapper is Macklemore. I know you used to write poetry but you stopped when you got to college. I know the first girlfriend you had when you were 16. I know why you left school the first time. I know it was because of the addiction to paraphernalia that you had. I know a lot about you better than you think.” I look to my side and I see tears start to roll down his face. “Why didn’t you talk when you could?” “I tried but your mother didn’t let me. I used to come home everyday but she wouldn’t let me in.” “You broke her, Dad. That’s why she didn’t let you in. You were not the man s

David said. James appeared taken aback and perplexed, his expression suddenly changed to a mixture of surprise and confusion. He seemed to be struggling to make sense of David's proposition. "Who do you think it is? This person? The snitch?" James asked, his tone serious, as he tried to clarify David's point. There was a deliberate pause in James' statement that seemed to suggest he was skeptical about David's claim. However, David pretended not to notice the hesitation and maintained his composure.