James Phelps Novels & Stories

James. - Call me Alex, please. May I take a seat next to you? - Sure… I was not that sure when I sensed Phillip’s icy cold gaze on his friend. Was that jealousy? And what if it was? We are not an item or something like that. Still, I do understand his cold attitude towards this situation. Honestly, I was too if the roles were reversed. In the middle of this weird behavior, I tried to make conversation - How exactly do you help young talents, Mr. James?

'There was a sudden deem lights, Phelan remembers someone, who was Don Carlton telling her to go lay down and rest. She tried to refuse, but he was too strong, and she was unable to stop him. It was so sudden that Don stood, watching Phelan in a distant approached her in a smile that shed some lights in the deem lights that came from the window. A meter from Phelan, Don put his hands on her shoulders, and then made an excuse and left.

The rest of the day went by smoothly. His teachers, for the most part, were passing out study guides and basically just going into review mode due to the coming week. It had been a pretty successful day and James was in his last period—Photography with the eccentric, redhaired Mr. Adams—looking forward to that lovely end of the day bell, when Mr. Adams suddenly called out to him from the front of the class. “James Olympia?” Every eye hound him in less than a second.

“Hey, James.” “Nathan you are late!” I’m standing at the back of Nathan still recovering, or more like hiding from shame. James peeked around Nathan looking curiously at me. “Who is this beautiful lady?” Nathan took me by the hand and tucked me into his side… “This is Amore, Amore this is my coach, James.” James has short black hair roughly styled, brown eyes, also very muscular built but not as much as Nathan. He is quite good looking but standing next to Nathan he looks ordinary.

He smiled at me and said, “Hello. I’m Pamela’s brother, James. I was a lawyer specializing in protecting women’s rights abroad and just returned home.” James held out his hand, I shook it. His large palm felt warm when he grasped mine. “I heard about your healing methods even overseas,” he continued. “You’ve helped so many werewolves. Especially your new therapy, it has truly changed how we address harm to she-wolves during pregnancy.” I looked at him.

And nobody has helped him? I get to the top of the building and see a few people around with their cameras out. I see James by the edge, hopping small hops like a child, he looks like he is wasted. “Hey, look who it is. The white knight billionaire.” James says in a loud voice as he turns to me spreading his arms. The cameras are now on me. “James, you need to get down from there.” “Yes, Dad. I will get down but not the way you want it, my own way.”

The staff guided them to a room, opened the door and left. Mr Phill James, a well known businessman in the world of business talks. Who didn’t know him? And well if one didn’t know him, he didn’t exist. Simple. He was a man in early fifties. Sharp. Pointed. Intellegent. He had his cool demeanor that could be missunderstood as cold and scary, but he wasn’t. He was just a man of words and that was not a big deal. He was accompanied by two board of members as the panel.

“Fortunately, even if Caleb gives Damon the answer sheet in order to help him win, Damon probably still wouldn’t be able to answer everything correctly.” I giggled. Wyatt was insulting Damon way too much. However, the man deserved it, so I couldn’t even bring myself to feel bad. “And the second one?” “No matter how much we try, James will probably win this one.” He casually tossed another berry into his own mouth. “That man’s brain is a beast.” My brows furrowed. “James,” I muttered. “He’s been first-ranked in our year academically ever since we started, and that guy doesn’t even study. I heard he has a photographic memory. A lot of his family members from the Cipher Pack have it.”

“She recently landed a major deal.” James swallowed. “A very major deal.” “How major?” Ava asked. James looked at Queen. “The biggest deal of my career.” The room fell silent. “She wanted me as her personal photographer for the campaign.” Queen frowned. “You never told me that.” “I was waiting until everything was finalized.” “Or until you got caught?” Ava muttered. James clenched his jaw. “Can you let me finish?” “No.” “Ava.” Queen’s voice was quiet. Ava looked at her friend. Then sighed. “Fine.”

The environment of the room was really tense and it made James feel really intimidated. James Jones, a famous businessman of New York, owner of one of the biggest construction buildings around the country. He had recently signed a contract with 'The Domancos' to build their new hotel and for some reason, he failed to complete the construction of the hotel by the deadline which has never happened before. But this time it happened and he doesn't know but a lot is going on behind this failure.