James Phelps Novels & Stories

I guess the man had a way of making you do things, whether you wanted to or not. “There is one thing we can do though.” James suddenly said with seriousness. His eyes shone and he looked like he just had a light bulb moment. “What?” I asked eagerly. “I will talk to my boyfriend. He knows people that can take him out, this Mr. Pierce or whatever his name is.” “Are you crazy? James, please.” I laughed out so loud I had to clutch my stomach in pain. James had no idea who Ben was. A billionaire and public figure with an infinite number of bodyguards at his beck and call. A man who took whatever he wanted whenever he wanted it. The man was practically untouchable.

As for the night, it's even more tiring for a man to. Thinking of this, James couldn't help but feel a little proud. He was busy dealing with all kinds of things every day and had to serve Elizabeth every night, but he was still so energetic. On this aspect, James thought that he absolutely won compared with Samuel. Humph! "I've told you so many times, but you never pay attention to it! Now you know the benefits of exercise?" James raised his eyebrows. "Alright, I'll give you a day off tomorrow, take a break, and then attend a fitness class. I don't want to see the weak look of the people around me!"

I sat there shocked, thinking about what had just happened. "Are you two happy about starting school?" My mom asked. "I guess," "Sure," James and I said simultaneously. I liked school and was very popular at my old one. I was in choir, dance, and the head cheerleader. I was going to try out for all three activities today after enrolling. Unfortunately, at this school, Blood Moon High, tryouts ended on the last day of summer break. James was trying out for football. I was sure he would make it because he was athletic, tall at 6ft 3, and still growing. He had a Caramel complexion and long hair that I braided for him last night before I went to sleep.

Marcus Kean asks, a look of concern in his eyes. “Yeah. Did I miss anything?” James asks and Marcus raises an eyebrow, then walks over. Reminding James that although he was buff, he was still a ways away from achieving the bulkiness of football players. “You didn’t, but I got a feeling I’m the one missing something here.” Marcus prompts, breaking down any defense James has up. For Marcus was a resident psychologist, one the youngest in his class, with a good enough reputation. James peers around the kitchen, confirming it was the shower running that he heard. “I’m not sure.” He sighs. “River and I-,”

James went forward with confidence, but unexpectedly, Thyme Sylis, who was said to have no achievements whatsoever, put up quite a fight. In fact, in the field of shooting, James was overwhelmed with shots that were right on target. In addition, when they clashed physically, Thyme almost managed to punch James in the stomach. Had James not dodged quickly, he would have gotten a point deduction for that punch. “You're pretty strong too, young man,” the thirty-two-year-old Thyme said. The young man was panting after Mary Kesley had given them a break. James grinned, “If I wasn't strong, how could I have been selected as a candidate for war general, Senior?”

The couple had arrived from their trip a week ago and they had been inseparable. James was in Lagos for a cooking competition sponsored by Knorr Chicken Cubes. He was already dressed in his Chef wear talking to his fellow chefs and the camera men. He brought out his phone after hearing it ding, Mines♥️🔐 Enjoy yourself baby. Thank you love. Are you feeling better? Yeah, it's just cramps. I'm going for the meeting now. Eat the fruits o.

James actually waited for the cloud to become darkened before he did this knowing fully well that the sun was an enemy of his. "Hey Dude i didn't mean to kidnap you, all i need is you record my final speech live to your station." James said and he nodded. The press man rose up and clicked his camera acting raising it at James. "My name is James Smith, yeah you all know me and i don't need to introduce myself as the cops would be here soon, just wanna apologize for being a villain In this city all this while, yeah that night at the field those things that attacked, they turned me into something else, something that can only survive by drinking blood...." James said and sniffed in tears.

“Exactly. James doesn't do this. Not anymore.” Tayo leaned against the table and crossed his arms. “Maybe something came up. The man does have a life outside your apartment.” I glared at him. “His phone is off, Tayo.” That shut him up. We both knew James always kept his phone on. After a short silence, Tayo asked, “Has James ever actually told you what he does on those work trips?” I frowned. “He works in investments and property development. You know that.” Tayo raised one eyebrow. “Company names? Partners? Actual details?”

Now, however, he could not even withstand a single blow from a young man. Everyone fixed a stare at James as if he was a monster. Even Koehler Keyes, the organizer of the International Martial Arts Conference, could not help but glance at James. Wearing a grim expression on his face, he murmured, “Looks like this young man by the name of James is no ordinary man. Though he’s young, he possesses immense strength. How rare…” Looking at Polaris who vomited a mouthful of blood, James said nonchalantly, “I didn’t even use any strength. Can you continue?”

His other friends laughed. "Who would have thought David Carlson would join us on this desk due to woman problems?" "Right? We only come here to escape from our wives, welcome to the club David." "You haven't even seen me in a year and you can't welcome your best friend with a hug?" James teased, "you didn't return any of my calls since I came back to the country I didn't think this would be the first place I'd see you." James was a model who was as tall as David, he was also a famous actor and was well known for his works.