James Or Howard Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

James, let us see what bones you are hiding, he said quietly and tensely. James Cross's name echoed in his head, a never-ending reminder of the guy who had wounded Mimi in ways Jaxon still could not grasp. He was no longer here to play games. He was here to reveal every inch of CrossCorp's evil side and, more crucially, to locate the proof that would bring James down.

James had just arrived home. He walked toward the pantry and approached the showcase filled with various premium wines and whiskies. Picking up a glass, he opened the fridge to take some ice cubes and poured whiskey into the glass. He settled onto one of the minibar stools, his thoughts wandering back to the party a few hours ago. “You actually showed up,” said Hannah, approaching James. “So the rumor is true, huh? You and the daughter of a failing company owner.” James excused himself from the people he had been chatting with and walked away. He knew Hannah had said that to spread unpleasant rumors about him and Sirena.

Robyn said, touching her mother’s face. Liam shook his head. “No, I want a superhero themed party, Mommy. I don't like unicorns like Robbie,” he whined. The children kept talking to their mother, clearly not having noticed the other presence in the room. “Uh...” James began, staring at the two children. One with onyx dark eyes, the other dark brown eyes. Matching eyes. Eyes he knew. He couldn’t even form a word. He was too stunned. Sarah quickly stood. “Kids,this is Mr. James. He’s a friend.”

Without looking away, Ben thought hard. James didn't just stand by, waiting for Ben's answer. He himself repeatedly touched the handkerchief to scrutinize it. Not only that, the war general of Ans De Lou Kingdom was also sniffing the gray handkerchief as if he was looking for something. Seeing what James was doing, Ben impatiently commented, "You're not a dog. How can you track someone's whereabouts from sniffing that thing?" James instantly gave Ben an exasperated look, "That's not it. I'm just trying to smell this handkerchief. Who knows ... it might turn out to be a clue."

It was subtle, but to James, it was a signal he could not ignore. After observing her for several hours, James decided to take a closer look at the mysterious figure. He slipped through the throng of people, careful not to lose sight of Amelia as she made her way to a secluded alleyway behind the market stalls. The figure, a man cloaked in a dark hood, leaned against the wall, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp. James felt a knot tighten in his stomach as he approached, knowing that he was on the brink of discovering something that could change everything.

James turned around and scanned the crowd. All eyes were on him. The Martial Reverend walked over and looked at James with a smile. “You sure hid your strength pretty well. Even I couldn’t ascertain your true strength.” James smiled faintly in response. In actual fact, Emperor Jabari was the one who solved the Sacred Blossom Puzzle Formation, but everyone assumed the effort came from James alone. In spite of this, James did not explain himself. He let them assume whatever they wanted. The Martial Reverend looked at James doubtfully.

I looked at Dennis across the room. "Who is that?" he asked. There was a short pause and then he continued. "My name is James Howard," he said. "But you already know that's not my real name. And I think what I have to tell you is worth far more than whatever Hawkins has already given you because you know I have always loved you." A smile appeared at the corner of my lips. If James has actually believed I hold all the cards then I knew he was going to try and escape the fate that awaits him.

If only Clarabelle could sort things out without having to ask this weird Hayden for help. “Ahh… sweet sounds to my ears, Lala.” James chuckled. A smile that also seemed to make the atmosphere more unpleasant. "He's not going anywhere. Your husband just moved somewhere to sleep." James continued, and Clarabelle followed again. Clarabelle was so impatient. Why didn't he just tell Jordan which hotel or villa? Why did he have to make another clue? "Just come over to his apartment." James stopped again. "Apartment? Does Jordan have an apartment?” Clarabelle was surprised Jordan had an apartment.

They’re sore and angry, like the rest of me. “Didn’t know you were trying to commit homicide on equipment,” James smirks, tossing a towel my way. “You okay?” “Fine,” I lie. He raises a brow, not buying it. “Out with it.” I hesitate, then ask, “Have you ever seen Princess Clara?”

"James, you've always been a man with unusual connections. Tell me, can you find someone who has a striking resemblance to Olivia?" James raised an eyebrow, his eyes twinkling with surprise. "Ah, Nathaniel, I see what this is about. You want to find a duplicate for your lovely contract wife. What's the matter, my friend? Is she causing you so much trouble that you're considering someone that has her features?" Nathaniel couldn't help but smile, appreciating James's ability to add humor into any situation. "It's not about trouble, James. It's about… well, let's say it's about a peculiar family request."