James Maslow In Big Time Rush Novels & Stories

What kind of school was this. I began making my way towards the front when another rough voice stopped me in my trucks. "She can cross the boundary. Choose a seat that you deem fit," a command tore across the class, making me turn around. At this point, it was clear I was trash, and there was a point that trash couldn't cross that I attempted to. "or what?" the boy who had tripped me down at first asked as he stood up. "There is only one king in Maslow High school, and everyone knows it's Charles the great," a proud voice made its stand as everyone turned around to look at me.

“Of course, let’s go.” We drove around for what felt like hours before James told us we needed to head back. I reluctantly agreed, knowing that he was buying me the same car and I would never have to give that up! We eventually got back to the showroom, telling the excited salesman that we wanted it. I told him the color and the interior I wanted and then James paid. We were both starving when we left so we decided to head into the little diner in town for some food. We both ordered burgers and fries with a milkshake. I was having the best day. After we finished eating, James invited me back to the clubhouse. He had been telling me about the new prospect, Buzz, and his talent for hacking. I

But what surprised me most was that this was a 5-star restaurant. He just had too much money to spend, hadn't he? I found the private room we were supposed to be in and entered anxiously. I felt like a mortal intruding in a place where the gods feasted. Mason, though, immediately tugged me by the hand and welcomed me inside. "You're finally here! Rina, meet my cousin, Jethro Willow, this city's business genius and princeling!" Mason announced. J-J-Jethro?! I turned and saw him staring at me.

I sighed in relief and slumped back in my spot. “They give me the creeps,” I said, rubbing my tummy. James chuckled. “My little kitten is afraid of the big bad wolves.” I snorted. “They’re not the big bad wolves, James. They’re just little foxes. But they still give me the creeps.” He placed his hand over mine, over my tummy, and started rubbing my skin. “They won’t dare do anything stupid.” I nodded. James Maxwell was a ruthless billionaire, and oddly enough, I felt safe knowing that. Safe because he could do so many things normal people couldn’t do. Safe because with one word from him, those guys would be in deep shit.

sometimes he thought he was the real Mistress of Meyer Mansion. Nickolas Meyer was a tycoon with shattering skeletons in his closets that no one knew about, James made sure that no one ever will. the road to the top hadn't been paved with roses and sweet aroma. with James silently by his side, he had soured to the top like an Eagle. and he preferred it that way. James glanced at the metal watch on the wall. it was after eleven pm. he needed some sleep if he was going to function properly. he knew what sweet dreams he will be having that night.

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I can only hope her conversation with Zeus about having a pup of her own will come to fruition one day, and Kas will have a moment like this with her own children. Once I make my way out of the room, James closes the door behind me. “Chocolate milkshakes?” James questions. There is a hint of annoyance in his voice. I set the glasses down and sniff one of them, “Milkshakes with my post workout protein powder added.” I see a slight look of relief on both James' and Marco’s faces. These two are going to be the most protective fathers in the pack. Hands down. I head out to the dining room table and we all sit down.

Luckily, Joshua was a creature of habit—he almost always grabbed a quick breakfast at one of the food trucks a block away from his law office. Like clockwork, Joshua arrived at the row of food vendors. Massimo already had a breakfast burrito waiting for the man. "I don't know if I should be flattered or concerned," Joshua quipped. "Neither," Massimo remarked coldly. "It's a pure coincidence that we met here this morning." Massimo handed Joshua the still warm burrito. Massimo had, of course, got his own, but he held it more as a prop—he really couldn't understand how Joshua ate such cheap things.

Rush will not be back until the end of the day, even till midnight. As soon as the words were out of my mouth, Mason grabbed my hair in a tight fist and slammed my head on the wall. Pain shot inside me immediately, almost blinding me and making me whimper and cry out. "I gave you warnings! I gave you time and threats to get out of here before my patience runs out." Mason growled like a maniac. My hair were still clutched into his fist. "I crushed your house to the ground. I did everything to make my daughter's life happy. I had to go through so much!, to make my Aster happy! But it clearly seems like you and Rush are surely not ready to take the fucking hint, are you?"

Marcus Kean asks, a look of concern in his eyes. “Yeah. Did I miss anything?” James asks and Marcus raises an eyebrow, then walks over. Reminding James that although he was buff, he was still a ways away from achieving the bulkiness of football players. “You didn’t, but I got a feeling I’m the one missing something here.” Marcus prompts, breaking down any defense James has up. For Marcus was a resident psychologist, one the youngest in his class, with a good enough reputation. James peers around the kitchen, confirming it was the shower running that he heard. “I’m not sure.” He sighs. “River and I-,”