James March Novels & Stories

He said "No, you can go through the formalities!" Archie said lightly. Emma looked at the young man curiously. She saw him walking towards her with big steps. He was smiling and introducing himself generously. "Hello, young mistress. My name is James and I am young master Archie's special assistant. On the day of your marriage, I was on a business trip overseas and did not have the time to give you my blessings." "James, you talk too much!" Archie interrupted him from behind.

The bed shook as he rolled over on the mattress to grab his phone from the table. “It’s James.” James is a warlock from my coven. During Lillian’s reign he had protested her rule and her way of doing things, he even called her out on a few of her lies. As a consequence, he had to flee to the states because there had been too many attempts on his life. Now he was under our employ, as the Chief Executive Officer of our foundation.

One of us was going to die today and it wasn’t going to be us. James made a swip at my leg. Pulling back right as my teeth clamped around where his arm used to be, he kept looking for an invitation. He kept advancing towards me. It was hard to get any weight to support myself but James was leaving his left side open. After weak attempts, James settled into a dance. One that I had figured out.

Chapter 16: The Mark By morning, James was already out of the house before the sun could properly rise. His heart was racing as he drove straight to Martha’s apartment. He didn’t even wait to knock twice before she opened the door, her hair scattered, her eyes heavy with sleep. “She’s alive!” he shouted, breathless, eyes wild with something between fear and hope. Martha squinted at him, clearly irritated. “Do you know what time it is right now?” she asked sharply. “It’s six in the morning, James. What the hell?”

Love - James He sighed and hit the send button. As he looked at the message sent icon, he hoped that Joey was okay and adjusting to his absence. James would definitely write more often, and now that he had money, even send presents for birthdays and Christmas. Joey’s birthday was coming up; maybe he’d get him a new game or ask Tres to build him a tablet that latches on to wi-fi networks for free or something. Sounds like a plan. With nothing better to do, James looked up a Latin-to-English website to study ahead for class. He still had an hour to go before his customary 6:30 am, so he figured that he might as well do something useful with his time. Before long, he was completely engrossed in

"You mean. your mom who passed away?" James nodded. "The one before Mrs. Oden. I heard her name once—Mara. But I do not remember her face." Rita looked down at him. "You were tiny. But yes, her name was Mara." James tilted his head. "Did she like sunflowers?" "She did," Rita whispered. "She loved all the yellow flowers.". James nodded as if that tied up something important in his little chest. Then he looked up. "Do you think she'd like me now?"

"James has returned. He's at the main gate asking to come in." The third missing pack member was back. And knowing the Patriarch's pattern this meant another attack or message was coming. I texted back. "Don't let him in. Keep him outside the gates and I'll be there in five minutes." I grabbed my weapons and headed for the gate. Whatever James had been programmed to do I was going to stop it before anyone else got hurt.

Enough of feeling torn. He turned away from the mirror and dressed swiftly, wrapping himself in the heavy cloak of power and ruthlessness. No more hesitations. If he was going to play this role, he would play it so well, no one….not even Draven….would question it again. Outside, the morning fog had barely lifted when James marched into the slave camp. His boots struck the dirt with force, each step filled with purpose. His eyes, now cold, swept across the camp. Slaves were already gathering at the sound of approaching hooves and command barks. Some looked up in surprise. Others immediately lowered their gaze.

Regardless of whether James was still alive, he had to figure out what had happened to him. After everything Marty had said, Cassian could now conclude that James hadn't betrayed his country after all. That gave him a small measure of gladness. At the very least, it proved that the people in the military were loyal to Charmya! "James is dead. I killed him myself," Marty replied. "Three years ago, when James came to Daneast for a science conference, I used the opportunity to invite him out for drinks, and I killed him. In fact, I did it right here, in the very spot where you're standing now."