James Novel Analysis Novels & Stories

Quincy was sentimental. She looked at James and asked, “How about you? During these long years, have you never developed even the slightest feelings for another woman other than Thea? “I have.” James did not deny it. The profound insight that came with his cultivation rank urged him not to deceive himself or others. “Who was it?” Quincy stared at James, curious about the kind of woman that obtained James’ affection.

“Please.” “I am not going to shoot him, Alexis. I just want to know the gentleman’s name.” Still, his gun never lowered. Not even an inch. The man’s eyes found mine and then trained back to Jace’s. “James, sir.” “James. A very traditional name. Tell me, James. Would you describe yourself as traditional?” James’ mouth opened, willing to answer the question but Jace never let him finish. “Do you think it’s in the traditional view that you torture someone who is completely innocent to the point of madness? Do you think it is traditional to beat someone until blood starts running from their eyes? Is that the traditional way of things?”

Her fast mind thought it was better to first know what was asked of her, do it, and get the hell out of there and find out more about how she was in Isabella’s body. James continued while pacing back and close and forth in the office, “But now, The Romano has gotten his misplaced revenge on us. We didn't kill his father, but he has killed ours and we will not let this slide. Never!" James boomed once again. His voice, laced with ill-concealed malice, made him sound like a savage. He was envisioning how he would get his revenge and pull the trigger. Jennifer slowly raised her hand. "Do you have something else to ask?" James asked.

"Emotionally you are unavailable! You keep getting into one trouble or the other, if you are not grounded today, you are almost running a lady over. Who do you think would keep up with your clumsy lumpish attitude? Huh?” Nuella stared at James, even more dumbfounded. Her heart tightened and then shredded as she watched James spill all of these things for her. So, he has been keeping a record of all this about her just to use it against her today. So all of those times that she had run to him, seeking the security she never felt in his hand, he was busy making her a stock laugh at? "When you are done staring at me like a lost puppy, pick yourself up and leave my compound." his words followed

He probably had bigger things to worry about than a stolen kiss. “But,” James added, turning just slightly to glance at me. His eyes were intelligent, assessing. “He’s also sleeping a little less, thinking a little more.” My brows pulled together. “More than usual?” He gave me a knowing smile, subdued and polite. It didn't quite reach his eyes, but it was there. "Let’s just say your presence has added new layers to his routines.” I tried not to let the color rise in my face, biting the inside of my cheek instead. He knew. Of course he knew. James knew everything.

The things he discovered about her were all him trying to analyze her actions, threading her words very carefully and connecting the indescribable dots. All nights it was keeping him awake and distracted from his work. It seemed like she had a very thick wall around her and no matter how he tried to look for cracks, that wall gets thicker and Sandra would slam him down the ground, shutting everything out. It's a talent he guesses. A damn good talent, she remains invincible that way, damn infuriating beautiful woman. Julian sighed. “Just tell me what you found out." James smirked. “I got nothing." Isaac turned to James. “What?”

He doesn't bark and would move silently while having all the attention focused on Micheal. There is this pleasure he finds in taking people by surprise. He stirs in stillness and just when you are expecting no form of trouble whatsoever from them, he strikes and you will be left with no plan to work with. That was how exactly they were able to deal with every single person they had an interest in. In other words, I would say, if not for James, nothing would have been possible. James is dangerous and should be avoided at all costs. Where I was able to fathom how Micheal would react to news, and know what he would say before he could even say them, I couldn't do that with James. He was one hec

There was no discernable entryway other than the guard walkway—a walkway he knew better than he knew the angles of his own face. He longed for that palace, that lake, that forest. Knew the land would smell of sea salt and pine. Thought he could hear the echo of his booted footsteps as he ran to…do something, hug someone, perhaps. Thought he could hear a woman’s deep throated chuckle and a man’s gruff grunt of approval. A pang of love and homesickness, followed by a wave of hate, swept through him. Who are they? Love? Homesickness? Hate? Why? James must learn the answers. He must kill the new leader. the sorcerer. The knew king.

James sighed, he was tired from all the ways his mother stressed him. He must have seen a vision because his mother barged right into his room with a frown on her face. Judith halted her steps and peered at him, her eyes narrowing when they landed on the book he was holding. James could already see the imaginary steam seeping out of her ears as he stood up to greet her. "You're reading these irrelevant travel books again?" She hissed, wrinkling her nose in disapproval "Is this what you should be focusing on? You're supposed to be studying business books and resources. Not this nonsense"

I can feel James's eyes narrowing in on me, and I flash my biggest smile to Anna and lean in to kiss her cheek. "Well, thank you." She tells me and takes a seat at the table. James goes to sit next to her, and I feel my muscles tensing immediately. What the fuck is this guy doing in the house? After everything she has told me about him, she is going to be naive enough to fall for his shit again? This guy is a fucking tool. The microwave goes off and I quickly take the plates over to the table. "Thanks, man," James says politely. He's putting on a front for Anna, but I see right fucking through it.