James Lake Jr Novels & Stories

“Leo, this is Mr. Miller. He was mommy’s friend a long time ago.” “Just James, please,” he said, crouching down to Leo’s level. “Nice to meet you, Leo. I like your dinosaur backpack.” Leo, disarmed by the attention to his favorite thing, gave a small smile. “It has a T-Rex.” “The best kind,”James said solemnly, standing back up. His gaze returned to me, still amazed. “You look… you look exactly the same, Maya.” I let out a short laugh, self-consciously tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. I felt anything but the same. “I doubt that. But you look great, James. What are you doing here?”

They started working together and relied on each other's strengths. They joined the Army together and served three tours in eight years. When they got out, they decided to stay around the house and help Jax, dad's head of security, train the team that stays on the property full time. They even built their own firing range and training site at the back of the property. James is a few years older than me and he is nothing like Noah and Oliver. He was a little nerdy, tall slender figure, and he keeps to himself mostly. He takes off to Paris every chance he gets to stay with his girlfriend, Emily. I’ve come to the realization that the gene pool must have run out by the time it got to me. I was t

"It means we're going to be family forever." "Oh. Okay." Luna accepted this easily, then noticed the cake table. "Mama! CAKE!" "After dinner, baby girl." Sarah laughed. "She's so smart. How old now?" "Eighteen months. And yes, very smart. Too smart sometimes." "James talks about her constantly. Shows everyone photos. He's obsessed." "Good obsessed or weird obsessed?" "Good obsessed. He wants kids someday. Hopefully several." I looked at James across the room. He was talking with his therapist, Dr. Morrison, smiling genuinely.

I bit my lips nervously, saying. “Trust me, mon Cherie,” he said, giving my hand a soft peck. “Just wait for me here,” I watched as he removed his shades and straightened his hair back. All of a sudden, I begun to hear shrieks of happiness. “Oh my God! It’s the famous Painter, Jayjay!” a girl screamed. “Who is he?” “Girl, are you outdated? That’s Jayjay James, Liam James’ brother. Isn’t he as good looking as Liam?”

He was a man of the same age as Jacob. Wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, the man has fair skin. "It's really you." The man said excitedly, "I'm James, remember? We were in the same junior high school. " Jacob looked at him quietly and said nothing. "Long time no see, how many years has it been? It seems that we used to be deskmates. " James added, "They had another classmate reunion not long ago. Why didn't you go? I didn't go this time because my mother was sick. "

Jake kissed the side of her neck and his hand slid over her waist to her stomach. “What’s going on with James?” “He’s drawing the baby a family picture,” she whispered. Jake grinned and walked over to James, ruffling his hair as he pulled out a seat and sat down. “What are you doing, James?” “I’m making little Wrath a family picture,” he said. Jake laughed and glanced at Jenna. She pursed her lips together. “What if it’s a girl?” James pulled a face. “I don’t want a sister.” “Why not?” Jake asked him.

Nick “You chicken?” James shoots me a daring smile as we’re both stood at the edge of the quarry way out in Jersey. We ditched out on school, swiped a car and took a joyride out to this private little lake. James even let me drive – my first time behind the wheel. He goes cliff jumping all the time apparently – out here in the wilds, away from the big city, where no one can spot us, and no one could step in and save us should we drown…

-Just turned 19 -Born in Black Oak Pack -Mother Deceased, No Father Listed on Birth Certificate -Entered TRTC at age 15 -Completed Highschool Education And BS in Accounting at the same time No major leads there. The lack of family history is a bit peculiar. Immediately after his mother's death, he showed up at TRTC with the Black Oaks Alpha….. Alpha Raymond dropping him off personally. Why does that name sound familiar? I mind linking Jace to see if he’s free. I need his digital tracking and hacking skills. “Bro, you free to come over to my room?” “You’re not my type” he responds.

Traditions ran deep and rules were strict. Jake was twenty eight. Tall with strong shoulders from years of working on the family farm and in the workshop. He had dark messy hair and eyes that seemed to see too much. He lived in the house with his parents and his younger brother. But the one who made everything complicated was his cousin Ryan.