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 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?

Today I wasn’t here for business. James, the doorman, a tall man in a neat dark uniform looked up from his desk near the entrance. He smiled politely when he saw me, the kind of respectful smile he always gave when I visited. His voice was clear and professional as he spoke. “Good afternoon, Mr. Marchetti,” he said. “Are you here to see your son?” I nodded once, keeping my face calm even though my jaw felt tight. “Yes, James. I’m here for Rob.”

No one had seen it but James had a really serious look on his face, a look that he is ready to kill someone whenever he has the chance. ‘Marvin, how are you still this strong? Was my intuition correct? Will I have to start a war with your packs? Either way, I will soon find out the answer. I just have a very important meeting to attend today that I didn’t have time to tell him my proposal because of the fight earlier.’ James thought as he disappeared within the forest.

Despite every survival instinct telling me not to meet up with men I didn’t know personally, I did it anyway. I met James at the movie theater. He as a Warrior, he didn’t have rank, and he was from one of the surrounding packs. He was proud of where he came from and liked what he did. He didn’t want more or less. He was working a job nearby for a short assignment. He wasn’t expecting to be here long. My hands were sweaty and icy as I walked through the theater doors. I saw him instantly. He stood out like a sore thumb. He was glorious, really. Tall, blonde, blue eyes with broad dependable shoulders.