James March Novels & Stories

James waved at Marcy and left the room in hurried steps. James was only five years old when Marcy left, and they are practically strangers. James is now a fifteen years-old boy who is working hard in order to become the next Alpha of the Red Moon pack. Between lessons and training, James doesn't have much free time. Edward gave Marcy a tight hug and he held her shoulders while observing her flawless face with an approving smile. He touched her blonde silky hair while saying, "You are a beauty, Marcy. I'm proud to be your father."

Now it was a skeleton of blackened timber and twisted metal, a monument to hubris reduced to ash and memory. James' gun led the way, his movements economical and professional despite the exhaustion that lined his face. Three days without proper sleep had left all of us operating on adrenaline and necessity, but James had insisted on coming. "This ends today," he'd said simply, and there had been no argument that could dissuade him. Maria's breath fogged in the pre-dawn chill, her designer jacket incongruous against the devastation, but her expression was granite-hard with resolve.

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James asked enthusiastically. “No hangover?” “Exactly! That’s why I need a walk… What do you say?” “Alright,” Mary agreed, figuring that being outside was better than staying inside the house. “We’ll just walk along the shore, stick close by while the others wake up,” James said casually. “Sounds good.” For some strange reason, Mary felt at ease with him. He was only three years older than her and a complete gentleman. Still, she didn’t let go of her belongings. James ended up carrying her bag, while she held onto her backpack, which contained her documents and money.

He has been her source of Comfort. Tears filled her eyes as the memory of the past came flooding into her mind. ** "I have found your woman," Mark, said through the phone. "What!" James who was coming out of the shopping mall exclaimed "Yes, I saw her in Northland. In very pitiful conditions. She was......." James cut the phone immediately without allowing Mark to finish his sentence. "Prepare the jet immediately we are going back to Topland," James told his assistant Toby after he hung up on the phone.

"He can't even walk straight these days." For the smallest of moments, I think Charlotte is going to launch herself at Marcie, but then Michael's hand is on her arm, his knuckles white. Michael's voice is cool. "You have a big mouth, Marcie. I'm not going to tell James you said that. If you don't care for him, then fair enough; I know he can be abrasive sometimes. But don't talk about what you don't know. Before you go opening your mouth at random again, you might try finding out a few facts; such as how did James come by his limp?"

properly on official police business The chief of Police, Mark as he was known to his friends parked his car and looked up at the intimidating Mansion. James stood outside the entrance of the mansion and eyed the other man. Mark was a man in his early sixties, ready to retire. he was divorced, a dreadful man, even by James' standards. Mark was short and visibly bald under his hat, with a hanging stomach, that told a tale of many nights on a couch drinking beer from a can and had bad breath. It was a wonder to James how his breath managed to escape the mint gums he always seemed to be chewing.

" I am not going anyway! What is it exactly that you are doing in this spot? Are you chasing after me?" James did not provide a response; instead, he rubbed his chin and huffed in an arrogant manner. Then he attempted to pull me to his car, but all of a sudden, Mark appeared and pulled me to his side. Mark narrowed his eyes and asked me, "what in the world is going on over here? Who is he?" I responded quickly by saying, "He is my mother's fiance. He met me here by coincedence and tried to convince me that this place is not good for someone like me.”

He had no right. "Seeing how you are silent, you must have come back to your senses and realized that you are a nobody to June. Just go back to your world brother because if you keep trying to get closer to her, you will only push her further away from you, and trust me, you will be the one who would lose because I will always be there for June, like a good person which you are not" James said and burst into laughter. "I'm going inside to call my secretary and ask her if she has plans for tonight, you should take your daughter on the ice cream date. see yourself out" James said as he left the compound for the house leaving Michael standing there like a fool.

” Marie squealed. “Thank you, James. I might need more of your help later, but thank you so much for this.” “Now it's my turn.” James said, a serious expression coming over his face. “Turn to do what?” Marie asked, standing arms akimbo. “To read you the riot acts.” Marie felt the winds go out of her sails. What was he talking about?