James March Novels & Stories

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.

“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?”

James's birthday? Who invited such a big shot?!

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

Didn't understand the layers Dante was operating on. By the time Dimitri figured out what was actually going on, it would be far too late. *** POV: JAMES CONLEY The apartment in the Lower East Side was nondescript. That was the point. James stood in front of the mirror, looking at his reflection, forty-two years old, scarred, built like someone who'd spent his entire life preparing for war. Which, essentially, he had. Twenty years in the Marines. Another eight working for Dimitri. Countless missions, countless scars, countless moments where he'd stared death in the face and refused to blink.

I asked, growing increasingly more concerned. "We don't know what happened, but Chase found them. Agent Marks was found dead at the scene." "WHAT?!" I unknowingly shouted, altering Jessica and waking Maverick from his sleep. Maverick began to cry, and Jessica picked him up, holding him in a tight hug. She looked over at me, but I didn't miss the concerned expression on her face. I could tell that she knew that something was wrong, and was desperate to find out what had happened. I switched the phone over to speaker phone, knowing that Jessica desperately wanted to know what had happened. Thankfully, Maverick was too young to understand what was going on.

JAMES POV I slipped out of our bed this morning and took a long run, trying to clear my head. I was worried about my mate. She was so strong but even strong people have their breaking point. She still had her barriers up with me and I was worried I would never be allowed in. I kept reminding myself that she’s come leaps and bounds with me in the two weeks she’s been here. Scout and I ran long and hard, joining the Patrol as they kept our borders safe.