James Gunn Novels & Stories

James grinned as he used a black device that resembled a cell phone to take fingerprints quickly before stepping back to admire Jason's handy work, holding his hand up to Jason for a high five. "Is this guy for real?" Jason laughed, looking between James and I before his eyes settled on me for confirmation. "Yep!" I laughed. James was a cold-blooded killer, a weapon in his own right and easily the most intelligent man I knew, but he had the sense of humour of a fourteen-year-old boy! But I guess when you surround yourself with death all day, that is needed. "Don't leave me hanging!" James moaned, waving his hand at Jason, who rolled his eyes and clapped his hand against James, who grinned at

Jason said but he froze in place when he saw James holding a gun to Julia despite the wound on his shoulder. "I knew you would come. Except I didn't know you were already here," James chuckled and rested one hand on the leg of Julia's chair which was lying on the side. "Now if you don't want me sending a bullet up Julia's butt, drop that gun and let's talk," James said and Jason dropped the gun on the floor staring at James.

James replied, his voice steady despite the tight coil of tension in his chest. “Well, we weren’t informed,” the man in sunglasses said. “That’s fine. Just let me in to see your boss—I need to speak with him,” James insisted, his eyes fixed on the doorway. “No, we are not letting you inside. Go back the way you came,” the bald man replied, his voice firm. “You don’t understand. It’s urgent,” James said, taking a step closer to the entrance. The man in sunglasses shoved him back. “Don’t you dare, boy—unless you want me to blow your head off,” the man in sunglasses growled, revealing a gun tucked into his waistband.

Dean: I looked at the woman, my mate, for a second, my eyes wide in surprise at her reaction before I shook my head as I pulled out the bullets. “The gun is not loaded, Arianna.” I said, my stance calm as I looked her in the eye. She shook her head at me and a cold smile made its way to her lips before she turned the gun around, its handle facing her stomach.

"You heard what Lord Darius said, apologize to that beautiful lady." James nodded, shaking and bowing. "Aurora... I'm sorry" "Dang" James had just finished his sentence when one of Phelan's subordinates opened fire and broke James's head. He died in a daze, not even closing his eyes. Aurora covered her ears and bit her lip, holding back a scream. Phelan rubbed her back to reassure her, his gaze coldly looking straight ahead. "Phelan Darius, you're trying to challenge our Black Bullet mafia organization, aren't you? How dare you let your underling kill James?" The man got angry and banged the table.

Johnny pointed a gun at Lorenzo, while Ciro and Stefano had guns at the other two. “Johnny, if you shoot us, Alessia dies," Matteo said, smirking at his son as he held a gun toward me. Johnny's jaw clenched as he looked at his father. I could tell he was thinking of something to get me out of death's way. "Well, it's only the three of you left; if I were you, I would think carefully about my next move." As soon as Johnny said it, a loud gunshot rang through my ears, followed by Matteo's loud scream. He fell to the floor, making Lorenzo and Mikhas more aware, but Johnny took this opportunity to shoot Mikhas as well.

"Easy peasy." A grin formed on his face as he turned to Kira; the latter shrugged, rolling her eyes. "We have two left." Said Kira as he walked towards the entrance. "I'll take care of it." Trevor asserted. "You sure act like the hero, and it makes me want to puke because we both know you are the villain." Ignoring her sass, Trevor yanked a gun from one of the dead security agents and dashed outside. He swooshed to the back of the two unsuspicious men whose eyes were on the building and, perhaps, waiting for them to come out.

It felt wrong but he would not take anything from me. I headed to the kitchen and made a hot drink. The warmth settled me. My house was too busy for my liking. I offered Logan a drink which he gladly accepted. As we were drinking there was another knock at the door which was unexpected. I froze, gripping my hands against the counter. Logan disappeared and returned a few moments later with someone behind him. “Leah, this is Jack, he does security for us. Jack this is Leah.” Jack was shorter than Logan and a lot stockier. He was muscular and had a shaved head. He reminded me more of an army man than anything else. His arms were covered in tattoos, and his stance screamed military. He stepped f

The one whose tongue I had bitten off. He looked at me with tears in his eyes as he silently pleaded with me not to do what I had done to his comrades. I kept my eyes on him as I cut the ropes tying my ankles together. Once I was free, I dropped the blade and smiled at him. "Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you." I said, and he rose to his feet slowly. And just as I thought, his hands flew towards his gun in his holster, but I was faster. The blade cut through the air and pinned his left hand to the wall. He screamed with pain, and I laughed before picking up the one I had thrown on the floor. "I honestly could not believe you boneheads did not think of searching me. Did you really think I was unar

“James, you already put your neck out. Sadly, your plan failed.” “My mate has a personal grudge against that hunter, the slayer. She made the killing too personal. According to my insider, they were nearly about to go to war when she showed up and convinced them to hold off. Based on the fact that the note that was left was a personal attack on her, not their kind.” As James spoke, there was a crack and then a shattering sound. It seemed like his plate broke. “Would you like me to have them bring you another plate?” Chris sounded exasperated.