James Phelps Novels & Stories

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.

" Saying his name physically pained me, but I pushed through. I could tell Felix had noticed my sudden repulsion and furrowed his eyebrows. However, he said nothing. "James was perfect. He was athletic, had good grades, came from a good family, and had promising college prospects. He was a senior, so while I was still sixteen, he was turning eighteen. In the first few months of knowing each other, things moved fast. We started dating shortly after and-"

James brought the phone down from his ears, once he heard the beeping sound of the phone. "He was always so rude, and now he just hung up on me". He shook his head, putting it back to the back of his brown pants. Mr. James, who is competing for a position in the government, has always been a conniving human, always wanting to get to the top and didn't mind if he had to take lives. What mattered to him was that he should get to the top, no matter what. When he found out about Viggo, he didn't waste any time and decided to offer him the job of killing his rival, Mr Smith, who is also a powerful politician and is not easily taken down.

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Jessy said next with a goofy smile looking right back at him. Now, I gaped at her. "Hi, I am James. Can I join you girls" He introduced himself with his smile intact. "Actually we were just about to leave so...." I was saying but Jessy cut me in the middle "But we can wait a little more. Thank you for the pastries, James. Where are you from?" "I am a photographer. I am basically from England. Residing in Houston street here." He replied back. Must say his British accent was quite distinguished.

James's eyes turned cold and dark as he clenched his fists. He was already planning something far more dangerous. Everything he had suffered-and everything his mother had endured-he would return tenfold. No... a hundredfold. "Son, don't worry," Pamela said, forcing herself to calm down. "We don't only have Steve. Your grandfather contacted a top orthopedic professor from Country K. Professor Joe. He once restored a long-paralyzed patient's ability to walk." James's eyes lit up instantly. "Really?" "Yes. He arrives next Tuesday. Your grandfather and your father will personally pick him up at the airport."

For now though I’ve got a whole half hour of catching and throwing to do, followed by some sprints and then we can head off to have our showers and get the hell off the field. I’d love to be going out tonight but with the mountain of work I’ve got from school, there is no way I can risk missing handing in an assignment. I only just got one done this morning in my free session and I am hoping it won’t get picked up as being mostly AI generated. “What are you two talking about like grandma’s? Get to it.” Coach yells at us. I glare at him, wanting to take my helmet off and throw it in his face. “That was shit man. Worst practice ever.” James says. He plays one of the wings on defense and joined

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.”