Novel & Cerita James Gunn

came a voice from the doorway. They spun in unison to find James standing there, gun leveled not at them, but at someone behind him—Geneva Rodriguez, her perfect composure finally cracked, a thin line of blood trailing from her temple. "Hello, brother," James said, his voice eerily calm. "Mother and I thought we'd join your romantic interlude." Alex positioned himself partially in front of Sonia, his weapon trained on James. "Let her go." "Always the hero," James remarked with something like genuine regret. "But you're fighting the wrong battle, Alex. Ask our dear mother who really killed Father."

The gun falls to the ground. “I don’t even need a gun to kill you,” Rafael charges toward Thomas but stops as someone speaks. “Don’t worry, boss, I got you covered,” James says, moving his hand behind his pants to grab something. Melina knows what he is about to do, so she instinctively picks up the gun on the floor and pulls the trigger. Her body freezes as the loud gunshot causes ringing in her ears. I shot him. I fucking shot him. Her eyes well up with tears as she watches blood ooze from a spot on James’ chest.

He stares at me while watching me examine the gun. "I heard if you point it towards your head and pull the trigger you can get a wish." I laughed like I didn't find James joke funny. "You are just the comedian aren't you ?" I asked. "Thanks for the gun anyways." I said to James who nodded. He came to I and Zachary's apartment to give me the gun, I counted a stack load of cash and gave it to him. "You better give that to Brian." I warned. Oh yeah and James now work for Brian, James could have refused but he keeps lying that he had no other choice. I knew he didn't want to leave me alone. He does have compassion, I guess.

My body was adapting to it—his absence the way our inability to settle each day felt like bricks which had piled up to become an invisible wall between us. Footsteps behind me made me fidget and I turned to see who approached me. It was James. He rested his shoulder on the door frame, observing me with a grin. “Morning,” he said, voice smooth. “Morning,” I replied, forcing a polite smile. “Have you seen Gunner?” He shook his head from left to right, but his smile still remained. “Nope. He hasn’t been around since yesterday. Last night to be specific.” I frowned, stepping closer. “Are you sure?”

His eyes—those terrible, pale eyes—glowed faintly in the dim light. King Valerian was the embodiment of a warrior king—tall, broad-shouldered, and carved from muscle and discipline. His physique was built not by luxury but by centuries of battle, every line of his body honed like a weapon. Unlike most alphas, his skin bore a faint, icy pallor, a reflection of the frozen lands he ruled, and his long, silver-streaked black hair flowed like the northern winds he commanded. But it was his eyes that set him apart—piercing pale grey, almost white, glowing faintly with the eerie calm of a predator who didn’t need to snarl to be feared. Even in silence, Valerian commanded a room, a man of both chill

I just don't want to kill without any reason and because they are behind the death of Casper and Emily's parents, we should help them to get the justice they deserve. “Let's end this now. I want to go home and see Jacob. I miss our son, James,” I muttered to him. “I missed him as well, Baby. Don't worry, they are unmatched to what we have. None of them can beat us down as usual.” A smirk formed on my lips upon hearing those words from James. He suddenly pulled a gun from his coat and gave it to me. James wanted me to use it as we fight back Maximo's warriors.

He had a light stubble on his chin and he became more muscular. 'But Philip is still more handsome.' 'Whoa... Why am I comparing them?' "I see you've already met Rob," A voice snapped me out of my thoughts. "Hey man," Rob greeted as they hugged briefly. "Rob this is my fiancee, Giordana Quinton," Philip said. 'They know each other?' "Wait, what? Giordana is your fiancee?" Rob asked, looking a bit displeased. "Of course. You got any problem with that?" he shot back.

he was cut short by the broadcaster on tv "I'll turn it off" 🎤 Breaking news:Human trafficker and dangerous crimal James Hudson just escaped from the Miami Police Station once more.. the police department has placed a reward for who so ever has a lead on where he's hiding...he's escaped t_🎤 a bullet was shot at the tv I turned around in horror to see James aiming a gun at me He smirked wickedly.... "J...j....j.. james" Oh my gosh! I have to think of something before this physcopath ends my life

He can’t risk having James firing that gun. “James, calm down.” I tell him. Yes, he wasn’t much of a brother to me but I knew he still cared about me. He won’t shoot indiscriminately but he’s still holding a motherfucking gun that could go off at any moment if he doesn’t keep his feelings in check. “Jasmine, how can I calm down when you’re standing in front of that man, trying to protect him?” James says. “Do you know how dangerous they are?”

I nodded, took the lighter from my pocket, and burned the pictures. "I have some news," He tried to tempt me before I could leave. I tilted my head and glanced at him. My hand on the gun just in case he was wasting my time. "But I'd need those thirty thousand if you wish to hear it," He told me. "What about you tell me the news, and then I kill you?" I asked, and he straightened up quickly. "This is going to get you killed someday," I heard him mutter under his breath. I pondered if I should show him my new gun, but he spoke up before that, "But I'll throw you a bone today. James is dead."