James March Novels & Stories

"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."

Adam I have been feeling ballsy recently since I managed to escape Jay again. I finally managed to find James. He works at the main police station Springs Precinct. I need to scope him out before I trust him. This time I managed to get a disguise before I walked into the station. I’m going to pose as a delivery guy with a hideous wig and fake beard in case he was given my identity.

He had never seen a cultivator improve so rapidly before, especially in the Marciais Path. He was the creator of the Marciais Path, so he knew how hard it was to improve. However, James had improved from the Marciais Path’s Eleventh Rank to the thirteenth rank in a very short period. At this rate, James would eventually catch up to him at the Marciais Path’s fourteenth rank. James might even reach the Marciais Path’s fifteenth rank before him. King Marciais felt slightly dispirited at the thought. He had created the Marciais Path, but he would be ashamed if James were to reach the fifteenth rank before him.

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. James was startled and quickly went to settle the procedures.

Standing at the altar, James glanced at his phone and watched a video. “Where are you going, James? You cannot leave me like this." At the wedding, Valeria Hayden was in a panic. “It is our wedding day, James. What do you think you are doing?” As she grabbed James Moreno's wrist to stop him from leaving, her eyes filled with pleading.

“I somehow have a feeling it's about searching for Becky.” “Well. Then that's excellent. It would buy us time.” James said. “Time?” I questioned. “I need to get the car repaired.” “He wants to meet now anyway, I'll see how the situation is there.” Marc continued. “Marc,” I sighed worriedly and got off the sofa, “Be careful.” All he exchanged was an assuring smile in return and left, leaving me behind. Looking at James cautiously, I walked around the sofa, “You're not in the mafia, right?”

He pouted before saying, “Hi James! That hurts! You have absolutely no respect. I really don't understand how you became a professor, you have a bad attitude and no respect. I don't understand why you are so popular. What you should do in the ocean and be a pirate! With that rude and boorish attitude of yours, it's definitely going to work!" 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 gray colored crest. His eyes slowly widened as he looked at her carefully. 'It is really a crest from the Goddess of Death!!!' Maric th