James Kent Downton Abbey Novels & Stories

“I wasn’t ready for him to know I came here.” James remained silent. Katie looked toward the cemetery gates before another thought entered her mind. “What if…” She looked back at him hopefully. “What if we make it seem like I simply went out to buy groceries?” James stared at her. “Groceries?” She nodded quickly. “Yes.” “There are four chefs in the mansion and twelve housekeepers. That wouldn’t count.” “I know.” “And an entire purchasing department.” James folded his hands behind his back. “Madam… with respect…” His expression remained perfectly serious. “That explanation lacks credibility.”

"Ron?" "I gotta go," said Aaron, ending the call. James dug the ring out of the cake and sighed, pocketing it. "Can I have a fresh piece of cake please?" The chef looked at him angrily and yelled, "What's wrong with that piece?!" "Nothing! I just really love chocolate cake," said James, shoving the cake into his mouth. "See?" James arrived back at his table. "This is a nice slice," he assured her. "Yeah, I can see that," she said, handing him her napkin.

Some were actually using it. A man, who introduced himself as Radcliff, greeted us at the door and escorted us to our rooms. By his accent and skin color, I guessed him to be from Jamaica, but the formality of his dress and behavior intimidated me into not questioning him about it. I marveled at the breathtaking décor as he guided us through the grand house that still contained much of its original furnishings. It was just my taste. It made me think of one of my favorite period television mini-series, “Downton Abby.” It so reminded me of that show that, if it wasn’t for the fact that Downton Abby was filmed in another country, I would have questioned if this house was used to film it.

After that, they each bid their goodbyes and left, promising each other that they’ll have a good time in the D-Day. Since Darrion was needed in his workplace, Jai told him he’ll be back in the Oakshen’s. - Meanwhile, in the Oakshen, a sudden visit from certain someone had surprised even the head of the family. James looked at the person in front of him in disbelief. “Doctor… Prime?” The doctor, still wearing suit and pants with mix matched colours, lowered his hat and smiled at James. “Hello, Master James.” “What are you doing here?” James frowned.

"Just... don't worry about it. The maid can handle it." Clara felt stung by his dismissive tone, but she tried to keep her voice light. "Are you sure? I really don't mind—" "I'm sure," James cut her off. "Just rest or something." With that, he left the room, leaving Clara sitting there feeling even more useless than before. First Devon telling her she was just a florist, now James treating her like she was too fragile to function. What was wrong with everyone today? James made his way to the kitchen, his mind already wandering to other things. The maid was there, stirring something that smelled good. He watched her from the doorway, taking in the way her uniform hugged her curves, the way he

I say. "Not at all, Mrs Davenport, I wanted to stay on top of things," she responds, and I have to remind her, once again, to please call me Olivia. Mrs James has worked for Alex as his housekeeper for the last six years and comes in every day, apart from Sunday, for three hours. I have no idea what Alex told her about me, but she is obviously aware of our sleeping arrangements and our marriage. I have hardly seen her since I started living here, as she typically comes in for the morning after I have already left for work. But she keeps everything ticking over, ensuring that the pantry and freezer are always stocked and the house is always clean and tidy.

He gestures to a chair. James hesitates before taking a seat. Every time Mr. Crawley speaks with such warmth, trouble is sure to follow. James knows this tone well. “Thank you, sir,” James replies, his voice polite but guarded. “So, James,” Mr. Crawley begins, leaning back in his chair. “You’ve been working for my son for quite some time now. How about a promotion?” James sits up straighter, immediately alert. “Thank you, sir, but I’m content where I am. Helping Damien is my duty.”

"Please, give me one more chance, I have children and a wife to provide for." Kent looked at James who was still kneeling on the floor and looking at him pleadingly. That made Kent even more disgusted. He was sure that it wasn't this pleading face he had put on when smothering Lucia, but a seductive stare like any other man. And that made Kent's jaw harden even more. "I hope you know that I never play games with my words, James. Get out of my sight before my patience runs out!" James rose to his feet and turned to throw Kent a glare. He had already groveled before Kent and made a point to beg for the Chairman's mercy. But in vain. Kent remained firm with his decision to dismiss James despite

A cheerful glint flashed past her eyes as she went on, “James, when our daughter Kayla officially becomes Mrs. Fulcher, will you make me your official wife too? I don’t want to stay in the kitchen and wait on that old hag anymore…” “Shut up!” James’ mind was in a mess and he pushed her away, annoyed. “Think carefully. Did anyone visit our house recently?” “Diana?” Lucy arched her brows as she pondered. “She visited recently, and even had a meal with Kate.” Since when did the mother-daughter pair become so close?! This would not do! Feeling slightly guilty, James jumped on his feet, quickly put on his clothes, and rushed back to the Winnington residence. He kicked Kate’s door open and yelled,

Seeing him with another woman up close. "You're here" A voice announced from behind me and I tilt my head slowly to see a young man in casual wear smiling brightly at me. I recognized him instantly. It's the man back at the mansion the other day who was trying to defuse the bomb with Sonia. Mr. Pompous had sent him away because he was trying to help me with words. I returned the smile and asked, "You work here?" "Not really. I'm James Kennedy, you can call me JK if you like" I shook hands with him when I noticed the countenance on his face was suddenly changed.