James Lake Jr Novels & Stories

“He sounds like one of those old-school chauvinist types who can’t stand seeing a woman in charge. So he hates that part… but still respects you.” She rolled her eyes. “Well, thanks for confirming something I already knew.” I laughed. “Anytime.” A few minutes later we finished up and grabbed our things. At the front door, Keisha glanced at me. “I’ve been doing FaceTimes with James—the new GM. He has family here in the Chicagoland area. His mom lives here, and apparently he was born here too.” “That’s good,” I said. “Yeah,” she nodded. “He said he’s looking for a house near his mom’s place. And his sister and niece live nearby too.”

Liam ran a hand through his hair. “He’s actually cheating.” I looked back at the bathroom doors and my stomach twisted. Liam looked toward the field. Then whispered— “He’s playing tonight.” *** The stadium roared, the students screamed and the flags were waved. The entire school was alive. I stood in the bleachers beside Liam and quietly watched. James Sinclair owned the field. He was unstoppable. He was faster, stronger and sharper. James moved like a machine. He scored once. The crowd erupted. Then again.

You know the number to get in touch with me? Nina nodded. ‘Yes. I understand.’ ‘Good girl,’ said Alexis, then using Carrie’s phrase he said, ‘Expect me when you see me.’ James was a smaller man than Alexis, smaller but powerfully built, fit looking, with dark brown hair and grey eyes. It was hard to guess his age, which was probably around the late-thirties. Alexis knew he was a good man and good at his job. ‘I’m sorry I have to drop this on you, Alexis.’

Those who knew James, they wouldn't think twice of guessing that this child is his. I couldn't believe that Jacob would acquire the physical asset of his father. James is the most attractive and handsome wolf that I have ever met before. Every woman in our pack as well as from the other packs get attracted to him. They tried flirting with him right in front of me, and James never did anything to stop them.

Eric glances at me and shrugs helplessly, “Briana. Focus on footwork, don’t put too much pressure on the arms and chest yet.” James jogs over to me with a happy smile. One that is almost permanently fixed to his face, even when he’s busy striking down his opponents. He’s young, witty and handsome. He has little to be unhappy about. His gray eyes dance merrily, “I’ll take it easy on you my lady,” he teases, dark blond hair flopping into his eyes. “Can you even see through all that?” I ask and his smile widens, “I guess you’ll find out soon enough.”

Jake asked, interrupting Lily’s thoughts. "Nothing," Lily quickly recovered and faked a smile. She drank her wine and poured more, gulping down three glasses in a row. "Woah." Jake laughed. He said, "Are you sure everything is okay, Lily?" Nodding her head, Lily answered, "Yes. I'm just pressured with work." Jake was an heir to a known construction company in Braeton, the Bass Power Construction. He was currently the Marketing Director. Lily met him through her brother, Liam.

“Can we go back now?” “We own most of the cars here,” James eventually replied. I palmed my face, groaning internally. “I can’t do this. What part don’t you understand? I can’t afford to miss school, my grades are ranking and I can’t fail high school.” “It’s just one day.” Jake cut in as he made his way toward a Lamborghini parked to our left. “We’ll be back in time for recess, I promise.” Jason walked up to me and rubbed my arm.

Raven sits on a stool, his hands folded on his lap, a poster image of a good boy. “I see James likes baseball very much,” he says. “He practices almost every day.” “Yes.” Catherine reappears from behind the fridge door and beams at him. “He could actually become a professional player one day, you know? His coach brought some people from New York to see him, and they were really impressed, so he will surely play in college, and--”

​Before the engine could even cut out, the heavy oak front door of the main house slammed open. ​"Look who finally decided to bring the hostage!" a loud, booming voice echoed across the lawn. ​Jacob "Jake" Bill lounged on the porch railing, a half-eaten green apple in one hand and a basketball spinning effortlessly on the index finger of his other. Jake was nineteen, six-foot-one, with a messy, sun-bleached brown crew cut and sharp green eyes that always looked like they were searching for the nearest source of entertainment. He was Mike's childhood shadow—wherever Mike went, Jake was usually raiding the fridge or causing a scene close behind.