James Lake Jr Novels & Stories

If I were her, I would agree. "James only takes pictures of us and our Mum, you should be honoured," Jacob laughed and nudged James in the ribs with his elbow. James did not laugh, smile or gave any hint that he heard his twin. His eyes remained on Lily's face, not blinking. "Do you mind if I help her out?" I reached over and touched James's arm. James blinked, turned to look at me and shook his head imperceptibly. He takes me dozens of photos at the edge of the pool, in the pool swimming, splashing water, lounged on the chairs and wearing Precious' sunglasses. I left Lily watching me, wishing she was in my place.

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 “Girl, are you outdated?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?”

Sometimes I wondered how we were such close friends but we usually evened each other out. We quickly pulled up at my boyfriend's house. Carla honked the horn as the door opened to reveal Jake and his twin brother James. I sighed when I saw Jake. He was the cutest. He had sandy blond hair with brown eyes and was tall and muscular and a stark contrast to his smaller, brown haired and eyed, kinda nerdy brother James. In a strange twist of fate, James was the one that inherited their father's werewolf abilities while Jake was like their mother and completely human.

DEMETRIA It’s Wednesday. Game night. By 6:00 p.m., Papá and I were dressed and ready. Both of us proudly rocking Lakers jerseys like we’d been part of the franchise since birth. Papá wore a classic gold Lebron James #23 jersey, tucked neatly into his jeans like this was some kind of formal event. He’d even styled his salt-and-pepper hair with extra gel, and his brand-new white sneakers practically squeaked with every step. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he was about to meet royalty.

The voice was young and Jake was surprised that the kid had just walked right up to him. Jake looked up at the little boy. He had messy dark brown hair, inquisitive blue eyes and he was still wearing his pajamas. “Something like that.” Jake looked around but didn’t see the young woman anywhere. “What’s your name, kid?” “James Mitchell Knight,” he said proudly. “But Mama calls me Jamie.” Jake wiped his hands on a rag and held one hand out to Jamie. “I’m Jake Savage, it’s nice to meet you, Jamie.”

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…

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.

than he acted. He glanced in the rearview mirror, shaking his head."You three are gonna get us pulled over yelling like that. Save the wrestling for the pool," James said, his voice calm but amused. He was in a faded t-shirt and swim trunks, the kind of guy who planned road trips but still knew how to party. Mom had married their dad five years ago, turning us into this loud, chaotic stepsib squad overnight. We fought constant, but it was the good kind, the type where we'd kill for each other if it came down to it. Summer break meant no school drama, just this week at the family lake house, parents ditching us for their anniversary cruise. Freedom.The drive was three hours from the city, al