James Potter Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Petrified that he might actually get his hands on Sky, I use all my strength to get out of his grasp. James is startled by the fact that I have just effortlessly manhandled him. I'm a little shocked too but I don't dare show him that. He stumbles onto the ground and the shock in his eyes us somehow visible even though it's dark. I'm pretty sure I'm not my usual self right now so I don't question how I'm able to see this clearly in the dark. James's confusion grows when he sees his prescious Aurora stalking over him, I guess the demon version of Aurora never stood up to him, well guess what, I'm not Aurora and it's time dear James understood that.

Jeremy POV: When we get back into his room, he handed me some clothes to change after shower. And I had a good shower and washed down all the tiredness and my confusing thoughts with the water. When I think about how James looked like a professional and teach me patiently and he hold my hand, I can't cage my thoughts that he may be a good friend who is trying to help me go out from my shell and I may be overthinking about him. Some boys like to have a lot of girlfriends too but it doesn't mean that he is not a good person in real life.

"Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

James' parents finally had enough of his behavior. His mother, Jessica Moore, stormed over to the mansion angrily, only to find James watering the flowers. She grabbed one of the pots and tossed it aside. "Look at you. You're pathetic!" The flowerpot fell onto the hard concrete and shattered into pieces. James picked it up hurriedly, but it was too late—Jessica had seen the contents of the pot. It was my skull. She stared at the rest of the flowerpots in James' room, each containing more of my bones. "Have you lost your mind, James?"

Kent’s callousness seemed bottomless, and it hurt far more than I’d anticipated. “Here’s my offer,” he continued. “Leave them. Go back to Renata, the woman I approved of. Her unborn child will become my rightful grandchild. Or you can cling to this lowly woman and her spawn and fall into obscurity, living a life of poverty and disgrace. Think carefully. The world knows what kind of woman Katniss is. Her scandals are everywhere. Do you truly believe you can thrive with someone like her? Have you lost your mind?” I felt James stiffen beside me, his grip tightening around me protectively. He was silent for a moment, but when he spoke, his voice was firm, unwavering.

He got a sly smile on his face as he remembered just what a nice view she had provided for him. James felt his blood warm and his body grew tense as he let out a lusty sigh, remembering her athletic nude form. He refused to give her a second look before due to she was only a human, but now she wasn’t human anymore. He’d probably never get to actually act on his already forming fantasies since she was practically the alpha’s daughter, but that was the point of fantasies in the first place. James left the bathroom with the smile on his face as he pulled on a t-shirt and jeans.

His eyes soften for a brief moment, like the words found something raw and pressed hard. James sees it. His upper lip curls back, baring his canine, his face twisting into something almost unrecognizable. “You filthy human,” he snarls. “You don’t deserve to be mated to one of our kind. And yet you were mated to my sister.” Aurora stiffens in his grip at that. I feel it even without touching her, the way the room seems to tighten around us. “You don’t deserve to call yourself a father either,” James goes on, voice rising now, losing control. “You used your own daughter to feed your hunger for power. All these years, when your bastard family hurt her, humiliated her, you let them. You stood th

“I’m done pretending I don’t.” Neither man spoke. Charlotte continued. “If someone thinks shame is going to make me abandon the people who’ve stood beside me through all of this…” She smiled. “They’re going to be disappointed.” ⸻ Without thinking… James crossed the room. He stopped only inches away. “I’ve spent weeks trying to convince myself this was just the bridge.” Charlotte searched his eyes. “And now?” He smiled softly. “I don’t need magic to explain how I feel anymore.” Charlotte felt tears sting unexpectedly.

Jackson replied, his eyes never leaving James's face. James's lips curled into a bitter smile. "So that's how it's going to be?" He began to mutter words under his breath. Jackson sent a crackling wave of blue energy that slammed James against the stone wall. He stalked toward him, power radiating from his body like heat. "I appreciate you looking after Chloe all those years," he said, his voice dangerously soft, "but she's my mate now. Try another spell, and it will be your last.