James Phelps Novels & Stories

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.”

'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.

He knew what was PCE's reason for trying to bring them down but he won't spill the beans to her friend yet, not until he has enough evidence. "Speaking of PCE, James Pressman, the CEO? He just arranged an appointment with you." The information that his friend just revealed made Philip finally look his way. He didn't expect for James to talk to him so soon. 'What is he planning?' He asked himself. "Just text me the details."

Well, said James to himself, he can’t stop me from doing everything. He stood from the mattress and plopped onto the floor. In rap- id fire smoothness, he knocked out one hundred pushups, then held straight into a minute-long plank on the last one. Now, with his blood flowing and his heart rate elevated, he grabbed his things and headed out in search of a shower.

He glanced at his phone, scrolling through his contacts until he found the name he was looking for: Cross. James smirked as he dialed the number. Cross had been his backup plan from the start—a way to ensure that, even if the board didn’t side with him, he still had a way to destroy Philip. The deal he had made with Cross was risky, but James was willing to take that risk. If it meant taking Philip down once and for all, it would be worth it. The phone rang twice before Cross answered. “James,” Cross’s deep, gravelly voice came through the line. “I was wondering when I’d hear from you.”

“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.

Might as well just do as told. Two days later, James Parker flew into Los Angeles from the UK. At the international airport, I stood waiting by the arrivals gate. It was 10:50 a.m., and people were starting to file out of the terminal. I spotted James right away—tall, broad-shouldered, wearing a spotty jacket. At six-foot-one, thanks to his obsession with extreme sports, he’d already built quite the muscular frame at just 21. But here’s the twist: this gym-hardened guy had the softest baby face.

Keenan replies evenly. The front door opens again before anyone can respond and James steps inside, slowing when he sees the tension. He works in marine engineering. He spends most days either at the docks inspecting boats or out on the water repairing engines. He is practical, steady, hands always a little rough from real work. There is nothing flashy about him. His presence fills the room quietly. “Hi,” he says looking between them. His father studies him openly. “And you are.” “James,” he replies. “Jess’s brother.”

James laughed with little surprise on his face at the news. James was Beta Adam's and beta Caseys son he grew up with us in the Palace he and Eoin were inseparable just as our fathers had been, and one day, James would be Eoin's Beta. James had gone to his Uncle Alpha Harris Shine's pack to help with a massive rogue issue for a couple of months after his uncle Beta had been injured, and the beta's son there was only fourteen. My father and Adam had mused over who to send to help, but in the end, they felt it was a good learning experience for James, and being a royal Beta, he was strong enough. It was great to have him back. I had missed him.