James Hook Descendants Novels & Stories

For the Jameson family, this was the second great piece of news since Chris had returned. Everyone had originally thought the Jameson family had very few descendants. The two elders’ biological children had both died abroad, leaving no heirs and no bodies. The only child in the family had been Hugh. Who could have imagined that Max hadn’t died, that Holly had a son, and now their daughter’s son also had a child? How could they not be happy? Even Peter, rarely so caught up in emotion, was swept away by the good news. He looked at Jessica in delight, unable to speak for a long time.

James' face darkened. He slowly walked toward Bobby. The Emperor quickly walked over and stood in front of James. “What are you trying to do, James? Do you know who he is? He is the direct descendant of the Cadens and the future head of the family. You’re just a descendant of the Cadens’ traitor. It’s already disrespectful enough that you didn’t kneel to greet the future head of the family.” “Get out of the way,” James roared. His voice sounded like the rumble of thunder, making the Emperor stunned.

But before he could see James as successful as he is now, he passed away from a heart attack. Edward also brought James into the circle of Il Rosso. As part of the Belgenza family, James is considered the only heir. He was officially adopted by Fabrizio Belgenza, Edward's older brother. He wanted James to lead his mafia group in the future. Fabrizio loves James, especially since he saved his life from attempted murder.

James, she had investigated every detail of the James family. The man in front of her was the second grandson of Mr. Old James, also known as the young master of the Caliva city——Barnett James. Mr. Old James had two grandsons. His eldest grandson, Skender James, was a well-known master of electronic competition. He ranked first on the list all year round. However, since he had stayed in the club for a long time, he was well-known. The second grandson was a real noble young master. Everyone in the Caliva city knew his name more or less.

Amorivia's brows furrowed. "You are, Amorivia, lady. How you forgot is funny to me." The furrows on Amorivia's forehead remained. She hates the cockiness of this boy but she recalls that Peter was cocky. Peter might be this boy but just playing with her, she thought. "Are we still flying away from Captain Hook?" She asked the boy. "Who's Captain Hook?" He asked back. "Isn't James Hook the pirate who wants to kill Peter Pan?" "Oh yes! With Smee in his ship! Hook is afraid of his own unnaturally coloured blood and oh the saltwater crocodile."

James slowly nodded his head. Mr. James was Knox's late father's elder brother who wasn't lucky enough to be on his father's good side because of the kind of irresponsible life he was leading. While Knox's late dad was doing everything to uplift their dad's company and make it a better place for them, he was busy flirting with women around, and because of this, Knox's Dad was made the heir before he died years later.

James said, “Forget it. You were still young when I was ‘killed’ by your father, so you don’t remember me much. How about this? I’ll treat you to dinner tonight. Let’s have a nice uncle-to-nephew talk.” “Where?” “Arkhill Port, 8 PM. I’ll be waiting.” After a pause, he kindly reminded him, “By the way, don’t try to play any tricks. I’m getting old and can’t handle frights. If you startle me, your precious son and sister might just... Hehe...” James did not finish his sentence and hung up the phone. Blair gripped his phone tightly, his dark eyes filled with murderous intent. If his memory served him right, James had sailed from Arkhill Port that year before meeting with the accident at sea...

Soren’s father, nay, his whole family, her family suspected, hurt someone they loved. Seven years ago, Misha’s uncle, James, a younger brother of her father, disappeared and hadn’t been found until now. James was forty two years old at that time. He worked for a company that was owned by Fredrick Cortez, a billionaire businessman who owned a conglomerate, a regular in Top Ten Richest Persons in the Philippines.

When he was completely convinced where her affections rested, well, maybe then he might dis-miss the bastard. Hawk waved a hand dispassionately. "As you will. I will not command your absence." "As I will. I like that," Adam Black replied smugly. Hawk walked through the courtyard slowly, rubbing his head that still ached from a bout of drunkenness three nights past. The troth King James had commanded was sat-isfied. Hawk had wed the Comyn's daughter and thus ful-filled James's final decree. Dalkeith was safe once again.

"Dad, what happened to Elias Sterling's children?" Dr. James Miller pulled up the family genealogy he had been reconstructing from the Supernatural Ledger's historical archives. "Elias had three children. Thomas, who continued the main Sterling line. Margaret, who married into European nobility. And..." He trailed off, scrolling through the records with increasing urgency. "And a third child. No name recorded. Born 1683. Marked as 'surrendered' in a document signed by Elias himself." "Surrendered to whom?"