James March Novels & Stories

Mars shook his head dejectedly. “Don’t feel bad, you’re doing a lot better,” he observed, lifting one side of his mouth up in a cocky smile. “You are one dangerous man, James Olympia,” stated Mars. He chuckled softly. Spotting the young man striding towards them from across the field, he did a double take. “Look out,” James shouted then, “the British are coming! The British are coming!” He threw off his shield and slid the sword into the ground so the he could welcome the newcomer.

2019, March 27th (One hour later) James checked his phone one last time before getting on to the plane. Still no word from either Aaron or his mom. Were they okay? When James arrived in Copia, the sun was already setting. He took in his soldiers from the rooftop of one of Beaumont House’s towers as they were preparing to lay down their lives for their city, for his city. The Crimson Mercenaries had already joined the rest of his army in preparation for the impending war. Now, more than ever, they couldn’t afford to make any mistakes. With both Aaron and his mom not responding to him, James was on edge. He had every confidence in his army and its capability, but James was still hoping that th

James went forward with confidence, but unexpectedly, Thyme Sylis, who was said to have no achievements whatsoever, put up quite a fight. In fact, in the field of shooting, James was overwhelmed with shots that were right on target. In addition, when they clashed physically, Thyme almost managed to punch James in the stomach. Had James not dodged quickly, he would have gotten a point deduction for that punch. “You're pretty strong too, young man,” the thirty-two-year-old Thyme said. The young man was panting after Mary Kesley had given them a break. James grinned, “If I wasn't strong, how could I have been selected as a candidate for war general, Senior?”

James spoke, with his voice convincing of half truth. “And by long term goals, you mean what?” I further pressed. “Nothing much, just empire security, average shorten of life during moralistic reality and others.” James spoke. “I’m not sure I understand any of the explanation to your reasons so far.” “If you say so…” He simply responded. The mansion gates abruptly opened as we approached the mighty mansion. James pulled his cap over his head as Jamal looked for a suitable place to park, despite having over an hectare if space for that.

James responded they were both having a discussion as if she wasn't present or hearing them it was as if she didn't exist at all "he wants you to return to the mansion while you are looking for a suitable bride." James spoke out his voice," Fine but I'll return with my wife to the mansion I have found a bride he murmured something "so who's the unfortunate girl you want to marry " the other man says " Oh brother you have a great sense of humour ." After that I came to the conclusion that this may be Tommy St Patrick the St Patrick's eldest brother it's no surprise that he appears to be dangerous James responded " she will be the unfortunate girl with whom I will get married to" He boldly sta

"Get me hot chocolate!" Mariano told Meela to make me hot chocolate while I watched Tom Ellis and marveled over his sexy accent. "What's gotten into you all of a sudden?" He asked. I shrugged. "It's the red wedding." "Whose wedding?" Mariano's brow furrowed. "Who are you going with?" The man really was clueless. What a man thing to say. I coughed. "The time of the month?" He looked quickly at his phone. "It's the second week of this month. What about it?"

“I have news for you.” Like I said until he opened his mouth. No one—I repeat, no one—has ever greeted my brother with a ‘yo’. Marco eyed him head-to-toe, slowly taking in his five-foot-four structure. From his head full of afro curls to his neon sneakers, this kiddo, James, was a delight. Of all the time I had spent with him, there wasn’t a dull moment that I could recall. James was crazy about three things—Xbox, Computers, and Selena Gomez.

James just ignored his friend, dropping all the formalities before gesturing his hand and pointed it to the crest Maric was holding. Maric immediately snapped back from his grumblings and looked at that black with slight grey colored crest. Dahan-dahang lumaki ang mga mata nito ng titigan nya ito ng mabuti. ‘It is really a crest from the Goddess of Death!!!’ Maric thought loudly in his head. Agad itong bumaling kay James na naka-upo na sa isang kanang upuan at nakapatong ang paa sa coffee table. “James paano mo agad nalaman? Akala ko atheist ka?” Maric probed,

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“I grouped you all on purpose, we can’t march into the forest like a presidential convoy neither can we bring any vehicles. So, we all have to work together to get Cherry to safety without risking any causalities.” “The asshole is tall as a groove stick, watermelon belly, cheap brown hair-” Maria described James to them but Rex thought to cut in. “What Maria is trying to say is… his name is James Oakes and he might be lurking around you, just be sensitive.” “Yes sir.” They all say. “Also remember he has a crazy look in his ugly blue eyes-” Maria walked forward attempting to stir everyone in her usual self but Rex was quick to grab her and dismiss everyone before she traumatizes them with her