James Kidd Novels & Stories

… It was soon dinner time, and Cain requested I attend a formal family dinner. "You look beautiful, Delia." James said sitting on my bed. For some reason that kid really liked me. I turned to him with a smile in my royal blue dress, "You don't think it's a bit much?" Yes, ask an eight-year-old boy about your outfit, Cordelia. Sounds like a great plan. I thought sardonically to myself. James nodded his head eagerly. "It's perfect." We went downstairs and Cain was waiting at the bottom of the stairs with a wide smile on his face. He extended his hand to me, "You look beautiful, darling."

I looked back at him just as surprised. It was the guy from the Cathedral. The son of the old woman I helped. Miss Crawford looked at the both of us with a confused expression. "Brielle, right?" he said walking towards us. I nodded. I tried to remember his name. "James" I asked. He nodded with a big smile. "You remember" he said. I nodded. "Tata, you know teacher James?" Haley asked tugging on my blazer. I smiled slightly and nodded. The James guy looked at Haley and at me.

There isn't a single matching kidney in the domestic donor registry. "For the past six months, the Hughes family has pulled every string they could, even raising the reward to a seven-figure sum, but they still haven't found a suitable donor." Hearing this, my heart remained perfectly calm. This was karma. Nothing more, nothing less. He had personally given away the only kidney that might have saved him. Now that it was gone for good, who could he blame? "But that's not even the most dramatic part," the lawyer continued, suddenly sounding excited. "The real spectacle is Daphne.

“Anyway, it was fun while it lasted. I’ll be sure to pass on my condolences to your parents. Until then.” He signaled to his men, and one by one, they all exited the building. “James.” “Stop!” “Don’t do this, James.” “You can’t just leave us here to die.” “Please, stop.” No matter how much they yelled, James never looked back. He closed the door and followed the trail of accelerant his men had spread away from the building. Retrieving the lighter from his pocket, he scoffed. “This all ends now.” He lit up the lighter and a small flame of fire danced in front of his eyes. “Goodbye, Kiddos. This is gonna break my brother’s heart. Then against, hearts are meant to be broken, aren’t they?”

Edward said to James, jolting him back to reality. "No, Boss, none of my kids is participating in the competition. I don't even have a kid to begin with. What I was actually looking at was the kid I told you about that looked exactly like you. I think he's among the participants," James said to Edward, who furrowed his brows in surprise. "What, where is he?" Edward asked James as he walked towards him to see who the kid in question was; without hesitating, Adrian also quickly followed him from behind.

James is a stinking proud rich kid, and he this morning, showed nothing but that. James has shown several times on TV how arrogant he can be, and see, his brother skipped breakfast because I am a stranger at the table. Heavens help my nerves, Greg Waldeen is surely getting on it.

He seemed to be deliberately shutting himself down because he didn't want Carol, his late wife, to leave his life. “I hope you can understand if James isn't friendly to you. But he's a good man. Hard worker and smart. Jaren strongly believes that everything James does will definitely work. His calculations in business are always ripe. James is great at business.” Crystal continues her story about Jaren and Ann-Mary's eldest child. Clarabelle's heart began to feel pity for James. No longer annoyed or angry like before flowing in her heart. "He's very different from Jordan. Jordan is friendly, smiling, and sweet. Does Jordan have many friends?” Clarabelle asked as her hands continued to prepar

Robyn said, touching her mother’s face. Liam shook his head. “No, I want a superhero themed party, Mommy. I don't like unicorns like Robbie,” he whined. The children kept talking to their mother, clearly not having noticed the other presence in the room. “Uh...” James began, staring at the two children. One with onyx dark eyes, the other dark brown eyes. Matching eyes. Eyes he knew. He couldn’t even form a word. He was too stunned. Sarah quickly stood. “Kids,this is Mr. James. He’s a friend.”

Now everything seemed to be falling apart right in front of his eyes and all he could do was watch silently. "Kara, is that true?" he took slow, patient steps in Kara's direction, the look on his face dripped with the worry of a father who was trying to hold his family together but failing miserably. His hand lifted up to put on the beautiful bride's head gently and asked softly, "Kiddo, what is going on right now?" Kara fell silent for a few seconds. She could not deny the fact that what James had said was not true, but right at this moment, saying those words were equivalent to swallowing poison that she could not avoid at any cost,

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.