James Kent Downton Abbey Novels & Stories

GEORGE POV It’s heartwarming to see how much James' family loves Kate. Honestly, I think they love her more than Mama does. I overhear James talking to the people who donated blood for , and it’s clear their family isn’t ordinary. I knew he was wealthy, but I didn’t realize just how rich they are. It might sound exaggerated, but the level of wealth they have, including that of the couple he had an accident with, is mind-blowing. I feel out of place when they discuss their investments and the enormous sums involved. Coming from a simple family, I can’t help but feel shy and out of my element. But James doesn’t let me feel excluded; he ensures I’m comfortable.

Despite recovering completely, Anna’s mind remained unchanged—she was still adamant about stepping down from her position as Donna. Dressed in a smart dark red tux, James stood in front of Anna, his sandy blonde hair neatly combed back. “It’s my honor to continue serving you and the empire as I take on this new position, Donna.” James dropped on one knee. Anna smiled, a genuine one reserved for those she held close to her heart. “Stop being ridiculous, people might think you’re proposing.” James stood back up, a dashing smile on his lips—one that made Chiara’s heart throb from where she stood.

A servant pushed the door and entered, informing us that a gentleman named Bennet was downstairs and wanted to meet us. I had already healed Bennet’s old wounds. What did he want now? I looked at Jack with perplexity and noticed that he also looked perplexed. Jack and I went down. Bennet was sitting on the sofa in the living room and sipping the coffee that a servant had brought him. He was dressed in a black wizard's dress and looked much healthier than the first time we met. His hair was swept by the wind and his face was a little fuller. He looked robust and energetic.

Aaron was going through files sent to him by his assistant and also watching the chip one of his men almost sold to his enemy. “ boss” James knock distracting Aaron. “ what is it?” Aaron raised his head up for James to explain himself. “ your aunt and uncle are here, they are downstairs” James said for Aaron to hissed. “ I will be down in a minute” Aaron said as he bend his head back doing what he was doing before. “Ok boss” James said as he rushed back down stairs to serve his boss family cup of juices. “ where is he?” John asked as James came with the juices.

James, her husband nodded his head. "Yes, my daughter finally did something good, Damon William told me to meet him at his company tomorrow in the morning, I don't have to worry about being bankrupt, everything will be as good as before, cone-on have the chef cook something good, let's have a celebration." Mr. James said happily. Monika left to relay the orders and Jaasmine was left behind.

he said while showing me something . Zelbert showed me a news paper about the rumors about Mr. Wickham the Prime Minister' retirement. "It's true, Jim told me." "So, who will replace him? Your father?" "That's what Jim said." "That's awesome, you'll support him right?" "Fuck him, he can't even support me, now he will take responsibility of England? How could he?" "I understand, but I think it's cool that your Dad being the Prime Minister, who knows that he'll past it you someday."

"James, get in here." James was my valet, a long suffering man in his fifties who'd been with the family since before I was born and had apparently drawn the short straw when it came to taking care of me. He appeared in the doorway with the type of silent efficiency that came from decades of dealing with entitled Deveraux men. "Good morning, sir. Shall I help you with your morning routine?" "No, I thought I'd just sit here and meditate. Yes, help me with my morning routine. What do you think?"

Besides, I would rather not see Bella yet. “Here, you might want to have a shower and change into these,” James said, handing me some clothes he brought out of his bag. I smiled. “Ah, yes. Thank you,” With that said, I left to freshen up and return to the living room to meet him in the dining room, a maid serving the dishes. “So, Aaron, what's your next plan?” He asked after much silence and the sound of our cutleries clattering. I stuffed a bun in my mouth before replying, “You know what I do, James. I've got an eye and ear in the Sloans' family. Everything would be easier once I lay my hands on a particular person they all love the most,”

“Dolly, Ken is my brother, and you are my bestie. Obviously…” That being said, she smiled weirdly. “I can’t take anyone’s side. I don’t want to lose any of you.” “I can’t endure this.” Dorothy had a stale expression. “Phoebe James, I am being very polite for not calling you a mistress. How dare you insult me like this?” At this point, the crowd was making some noises. “Right, this is Ms. Jameson. She was the one who had the engagement contract with Mr. Quinton.”

“I will, Auntie. James will make sure I don't cross any line.” Just then, the door swings open, and James, Emily's older brother – a highly respected lawyer – strides into the room. Dressed in a crisp dress shirt and black trousers that adequately hugged his tall frame and broad shoulders, James exuded a sense of sartorial elegance and professionalism. His well-defined jawline and impeccably maintained beard added a touch of maturity and refinement to his appearance. His neatly groomed dark brown hair, impeccably styled, reflected his meticulous attention to detail and professional demeanour.