James Off Twilight Novels & Stories

- he says and Archer growls again. I shift into my human form and James smiles. “Not so powerful now” - he says “Where is she?” - I ask “You’re too late” - James says “James, you loved her, why are you doing this?” - I ask him “You took my life from me” - he says standing now in front of me. He looks stronger and his scent has a hint of death. Shit. Don’t tell me he shifted. “I didn’t take anything from you” - I say

Awoooooooooo! I'm a fairy and he is a werewolf, loving each other is a big mistake. What we have is a twisted fate.

"I know." "You know?" "Yes. For some reason, I made his eldest child my fiancé." "Fiancé? So you've managed to move on from James?" Mitchell blinked in disbelief, then returned to focus on the conversation he had interrupted earlier. "Hugo thought I could save his eldest children, considering that I'm the only half-blood warlock here who has lived for a long time. I clearly rejected the idea. Potions, or whatever they are, won't be able to withdraw the curse until the gods themselves remove the curse from this area."

he asked. Blaez tongue clicks with frustration and releases Dawn’s face in his face and immediately gets up then faces James. Yes, it’s James Nikcolaii. Dawn got shocked because he is a human and why is he even in the vampire realm? And calling Blaez as Beta. He sounds like he long knew who he, like he really belongs in the vampire world and also his clothes look the same as Blaez, or any vampire clothes in the place. “James. As far as I can remember, you are just the member of our pack and here you are intruding in my business like you have the right, should I punish you then?”

And I decided to change, to stop the drug lifestyle I had started and to take my life back. I opened a bookstore, which is doing quite well, I even have an assistant. It was much later that I learned who this mysterious man was. Calvin Lloyd, the alpha of the Twilight Pack. He had given me a mischievous look before holding out his hand, eyes as blue as the sky, he must have been twenty-eight years old. It was his hand that he had caressed his sex, I think I blushed when I recognized it. I didn't grab his hand and for three years now we've been fighting a cold war, me to hide the attraction I have for him, and him because he's a big jerk and nothing else. I wonder if he knows it was me that d

"I let my anger get the best of me." He flashed a warm smile, and I flashed him a glare in return. “Don’t you think saving me is going to get you into my good books?“ “I was not trying too!” James said coldly; the smile on his face had disappeared, and he had a serious look on his face. “Good!” I cooed with my eyes locked on him. “And one more thing: marking me doesn’t make me your mate. Ryan is my destined mate.”