James From Unspeakable Novels & Stories

The bed shook as he rolled over on the mattress to grab his phone from the table. “It’s James.” James is a warlock from my coven. During Lillian’s reign he had protested her rule and her way of doing things, he even called her out on a few of her lies. As a consequence, he had to flee to the states because there had been too many attempts on his life. Now he was under our employ, as the Chief Executive Officer of our foundation.

He completely ignores the man named James who is in a bad shape now. "Master! That man killed all other vampires! He is a monster!" says James. The man is confused. He is irritated with James's nonsense since he isn't completing his sentences. It's making him restless. "I won't ask you next time! Say something properly when you start a conversation with me. " the man replies in an angry voice.

They can make anything look like an accident. "Do you have any idea what they did to him?" I ask. James sighs heavily on the other end. "I'm not sure if you really want to know," he says, his tone somber. "From what I heard, they did some... unspeakable things. It's better not to go into details." I swallow hard, the pit in my stomach deepening. The silence between us is heavy, filled with the weight of everything unsaid. "Yeah," I finally say, my voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe it's best, I don't know."

“Papa is very tall.” “So he can be strong,” Ethan replied firmly. The word lodged itself in James’s mind. Strong. Not invincible—but flexible. Night fell with a different kind of calm. At home, Emma cooked soup. James helped. They ate together, laughing softly when Ethan spilled his water. Life, though cracked, went on. After Ethan fell asleep, James received a call from an unknown number. He answered cautiously. “Mr. James,” the voice on the other end was slick. “We hear you’ve chosen the safe route. What a pity.”

It never does. I took a few steps forward, then stopped when I noticed someone sitting on the bottom step of the dorm building. James. He was hunched over, arms wrapped around himself, no jacket, just sitting there in the freezing cold. "What the hell are you doing out here without a jacket?" I asked. Something was broken in his eyes, and I knew immediately that this wasn't about the cold. "I can't make them stop," he said quietly. "The voices… they won't stop. And... I heard them say your name."

James said for the security to frown. “Butler James, the lady who said her sister gave birth already left a while ago” the security said for James to hang up. “I’m dead” he said for Dr frank to hold the already shaking James. “She has run away… why am I this stupid” James said for Dr frank to hold his hands while they walk to a sit and sat down. “The….. the, ma…

Static hissed softly through the speakers in Zaid’s warm penthouse. "I know you're watching me, Betony," James’s voice came through, raspy, wet, and laced with a nauseating, unhinged intimacy. "I can feel you looking at me. Your mother and I lost everything in the water, but we found your little secret stash. And we found your map." Zaid didn't say a word, but the muscle in his jaw twitched violently. James took a step closer to the camera, his pale face filling the upper corner of the monitor.

“I’ll… talk…” Shadow smirked under the mask. “Oh man!” Samuel visibly hated it. “No one ever lasts longer. Is the second phase terrified you the most?” He shouted angrily. “I… will… talk…” James huffed, glanced at the back with panic. “Oh, you’ve escaped the lake.” “It’s so big. What is that? It’s so big.” His eyes quivered in panic. “Purf!” Suddenly he vomited bile of blood on the floor.

James's pupils trembled violently. "No way... it can't be..." At that moment, the deputy minister stepped forward and bowed respectfully to Scarlett. "Commander. Should we level the Whitmore family now?" Silence. James's face went completely white. "No... no way..." Scarlett's gaze returned to him. Cold. Merciless. "Say it again. Where is my child?" James's legs gave out. His voice finally broke. "I... I had someone take that bastard... give him slow-acting poison... and... and throw him into a trash bin."

He certainly didn't know what games they were playing. "Guys, what was that all about?" James asked them as he got to the river. Ziegler ignored him as he folded the edges of his trousers. Fortunately, the river was shallow and they could walk through it. "Isn't the Alpha supposed to protect and defend his pack? Why race out like a chicken?" James croaked while making chicken sounds. That did get to Ziegler, he pushed past Tasha and stopped before James. "Say that again?" "Guys?" Tasha swerved to catch the two guys behind her facing each other while she was a quarter halfway through the river.