James Kent Downton Abbey の小説・ストーリー

And under it all, the distant sound of boots descending the basement stairs, going down to where Gale should be waiting in his chains. James paces slowly around the kitchen, examining everything with exaggerated interest. The dirty dishes. The jazz still playing softly from the portable speaker. The cot visible through the bedroom doorway, sheets tangled and clearly slept in by two people. His lip curls again when he looks at me. “Quite the domestic arrangement you have here,” he observes. “Playing house with your little omega while the world burns around you.”

she asked curtly as James approached her. “He’s at work, Mrs. Ashford,” James replied with a polite nod. “He should be back soon.” There was a small hint of satisfaction in James’s tone as he addressed her. He had long wondered if his boss would ever settle down. For years, they’d speculated whether Sebastian had any interest in women at all, until Kaira entered the picture. “Alright, Butler James,” she replied with a bored expression as she say on the couch, nodding slightly as she surveyed her surroundings.

Walter was stunned to see Dawson kneeling on the ground. The person standing in front of them was the son-in-law of the Callahans and Thea’s husband—James. Why was Dawson kneeling to him? Walter stood up, still puzzled by the situation. However, his knee was injured, and he fell back to the ground as soon as he stood up. James glanced at Dawson, who was kneeling on the ground, and said indifferently, “Are you going to stop me from razing down this place?” “N-No…”

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Lena had been resting in her room for half an hour when someone knocked on her door again. When I opened it, James was standing outside. James maintained his professional tone, saying, "Ms. Dawson, the CEO invited you to have dinner." Lena had eaten apples all night, and by now they had already been digested. She entered Hunter's room, the lights in the room were turned on to the brightest, and there was a table set with a sumptuous dinner.

Her reflection didn’t argue. --- James and Isabella’s London home was exactly what Keira expected—elegant but lived-in, expensive but not flashy. A modernist townhouse in Chelsea that somehow managed to feel warm. James answered the door, holding Juliette against his shoulder like a football. “Keira. Welcome. She’s just puked on my last clean shirt, so forgive me if I’m not my usual charming self.” “You have a usual charming self?”

After laughing for a long time, she took a mop to clean up the battlefield that he had just left. ****** It's time for dinner, James had not come down yet. Elizabeth had to go upstairs and ask him to go downstairs for dinner. At this moment, James had changed into clean clothes. He leaned against the sofa chair with his hands holding a cigarette. The rising smoke did not diffuse his depression. Suddenly, he heard someone knocking on the door. He sat there, still in the same position. He didn't open the door or make a sound. Elizabeth knocked on the door one more time, and after James struggled for a while, he finally opened his mouth angrily—

James Monrow was the butler of Meyer Mansion for as long as Meyer Mansion was around. at fifty years old, he was sharp, with the determination of a military commander, and he was very much the butler that Nickolas had met years ago. over the years his duties at the Mansion changed to accommodate Nickolas and his growing needs. Nicholas was against a house full of servants, and for years it was just him and James, with James overseeing everything inside the Mansion. but now he was more of Nickolas's right-hand man at home. with that added benefit, he left the cottage that he used to occupy outside the Mansion and moved inside the house to be closer to Nickolas. but he frequented his cottage f

“My sister, you know Keira, the one who tried to kill him last time, not this time. She saved him this time. Kate tried to kill him this time, not Keira. Let’s all remember that part, okay? Wow, that’s confusing. Anyway! She’s not as… progressive as I am. These are really good! What’s in this? It’s like crack!” Emily was growing increasingly frustrated along with the rest of the room. “Somebody better tell me where my son is,” said King Henry. “Hey smartass, what is it now?!” an already angry James asked. Zoey put a hand on James’ arm and gave him a quick smile before redirecting her attention to Nathan. “My husband and brother had a long night, Duke Dormer,” she said calmly. “If there’s a p

DANIEL POV Walking down the stairs, I buttoned my suit jacket as my guards took my luggages to the car. Getting to the last step I walked to my kitchen to have breakfast which was already prepared by my chef Mrs James. I saw Mrs James approach me with orange juice, With a smile she said, “freshly picked and squeezed orange juice just for you honey,” she said kissing my forehead.