James From Unspeakable Novels & Stories

Demi asked, making James smile before he took a sip of his drink. “What? Really?” Dallas asked him, effectively drawing Demi’s attention to them. Even the sub who was getting tended to, turned around to look at James. “I can’t say she’s vanilla,” James finally said after being pressured by their eyes. “Then? Is she kinky?” Demi asked and James chuckled. “No, she is a blank sheet of paper,” James said, and they all froze. “She isn’t a minor, right?” Demi asked, voicing everyone’s thoughts.

-It wouldn't be the first time that I saw a naked woman and I guarantee you that I wouldn't see anything new. -Is this serious? -Really? I would give you a coin if I saw something new. -Screw you! -I would, but I think I should help you up. If you ask for help, of course. -I won't ask for anything. - Great, then stay there. James started to leave and Esmeralda saw that he was serious. She had already been lying on that hard floor for a long time. -Wait! - James waited - Can you help me?

— Points anguished for wanting to understand what is happening, he sees her doubting. I can't understand either, but weapons could do it, you ... sorry, ¿but have we talked about ants? I can't record; I don't want you to take it wrong... When I'm lost I don't record many things, but you called me by name, you are the first person I speak to since my wolf took my body ... — No, don't worry I can understand you, we have only spoken when you are less rational, I'm Madeleine — she said seeking not to be rude, I do not admit that his failure to recognize him causes a sorrow in his heart. —

I’m afraid that saying them out loud would break the only connection we have left. ​I guess this is what they call it. This is the quiet, heavy reality of UNSPOKEN LOVE.

But that didn't seem to be an option. "Isabella," James's voice spoke from beside me, "nice to see you alive." I turned to look at him, "If this is your version of conversation, please, go make it with someone else." I rolled my eyes. Something about James made my blood boil, he was just naturally annoying for some reason. I heard Adam snort, coughing to cover it up. James's eyes snapped to Adam, "What so funny old man?" he shoved Adam's shoulder, nearly knocking him out of his chair. I shot out of mine, "Hey! Knock it off, prick!'

I didn’t get that far though. Hands grabbed me from behind and flung me with force— I felt myself flying backwards. My head made contact with the ground with a sickening crunch and a strangled scream tore through me. In a flash, Jonathan was on me raining down punches, his eyes were pitch black and the lingering signs of sanity were long gone. “You think you know so fucking much? Well, know this! James was a fucking coward and he ruined everything! If he had done what he was supposed to do nothing would have gone wrong instead he ran with his tail between his fucking legs and now I'm like this! A freak!”

Sareena, aka Christina I’m packing up my station at the hospital after an unbearably traumatic day when Dr. James bumps into me from behind. “Ah - bloody hell, sorry about that,” he says, stepping in front of me. “What a grim day, eh?” He’s referring to the triple murder-suicide we just dealt with. “Yeah,” I murmur, shaking my head. “I just wish someone had helped him with his mental health before it came to this.”

I like that,' James murmured, a tiny grin on his face. James muttered, preparing his acting talent, 'tsk, there's no time for fun, I really need to act.' *THUD* Mr. Owen unintentionally pushed Madam Adeline while defending William, resulting in Madam Adeline bumping into the floor. James mumbled, 'Perfect Timing.' James asked his mother in a distressed voice, "MOM! Are you okay?" James yelled at his father and brother, "DAD! BRO! Can't you see that mum is hurting?"

The full unguarded version of what it did to him. “Come home,” she said. James was on the pavement having come out before them, standing with his hands in his pockets and the expression of a man who had just watched the formal conclusion of a story his father had begun trusting in a corridor in 1992. “He named Helena Calloway and James Obi first,” James said. “In that order. Before anyone else.”

His intense stare softened, and he looked away. "I'll drive you to Hana's. We've already arranged Mr. Hart's funeral," Darcus replied carefully. The mention of the funeral threatened to bring a fresh wave of tears, but I managed to hold them back. "How are you feeling, Ella?" James's voice rang out, causing me to turn and face him. His expression was one of concern. "I'm managing, James,"I asked, trying to steer the conversation away from myself. "Ella, there's something I need to tell you," James said. I tilted my head, encouraging him to continue. "I am not human."