James Rameriz Novels & Stories

It was black, but standing beside it was a man at a podium. We looked at each other for a second. His expression showed a flicker of curiosity that he immediately covered with contempt. I’d bet anything he was the other side’s interpreter, but where was the one who was actually negotiating? “Let’s begin,” Lorenzo said coldly, and the screen lit up as the Zoom call connected. On the other side sat a handsome man in an office, with blond hair slicked back and deep brown eyes. Even through the screen, I could tell he was an Alpha. And more than that... why did he feel like someone I’d met before?

-Just turned 19 -Born in Black Oak Pack -Mother Deceased, No Father Listed on Birth Certificate -Entered TRTC at age 15 -Completed Highschool Education And BS in Accounting at the same time No major leads there. The lack of family history is a bit peculiar. Immediately after his mother's death, he showed up at TRTC with the Black Oaks Alpha….. Alpha Raymond dropping him off personally. Why does that name sound familiar? I mind linking Jace to see if he’s free. I need his digital tracking and hacking skills. “Bro, you free to come over to my room?” “You’re not my type” he responds.

“Mr. Kersey? What are you doing here?” Javier smiled. “What a coincidence. I’m here to speak with Mr. Holmes about some matters, but I didn’t think you’d be here as well, Doctor Carillo.” Oliver curiously turned toward James as he listened to their conversation. “Do you two know each other?” James nodded fervently. “Yes, we do. Sir, this is the kind Samaritan that I mentioned to you who unconditionally paid 80 thousand dollars to save that little girl. His name is Javier Kersey.”

What he saw was his favorite second in command, Ramirez the person who helped him on his crazy journey. "Ramirez!? How did you get here? " He asked Ramirez, and the young man smiled pointing out his arms. "I know things Captain, I've been on living on West for 1 year as a spy, I've undercover dungeons as a rare guard and of course I also know how to remove that chain on you." He smiled making Cortez smile paler, this is of course Ramirez knew how to make people laugh snd Cortez seem to have been filled with hope to escape.

Ryan asked with suspicion. “No, I have never even heard of him.” Emma replied, surprised by the thought of him knowing her; she had never met him before. “Hmm,” Ryan sighed, putting his arm on his waist. “This is strange; I have never seen him rattle like this before.” He muttered loudly. He turned to James and said, “Can you stop letting the Dumbass in here? He's really pissing me off.” “Come on, bro, don’t let him get to you,” James responded with a mockery smile. “And besides, you know they pay me a shit sum of money. I know you’ve got beef with the Dumas clan, but I need to make some cash.”

Adam asks amusingly. “Yes,” James says flatly, taking a long swig. “This guy’s a ghost. No traces, no patterns, nothing. It’s like hunting a nasty bug that doesn’t want to be found.” “Maybe that’s why he’s called GhostRay,” I suggest. James glares at me. “You’re not helping.” “Just saying.” He takes another drink, then finally glances at the screen. “What are you two idiots watching anyway?” “The Warrior Competition,” Adam replies.

James was shocked, he was not sure how to handle this situation. “Who are you?” “What?” Ryan looked up at him with a strange look in his eyes and asked. “Do you not hear me? Who are you?” “James, I am James Mu,” James was flustered and was scared a little by the killer's intent he had in his eyes. “Hah… James Mu, so that is you,” Ryan said and put his hand around his neck, and puled towards him. “See, do you think Ryan Song will feel pain when I am here? I only know how to take all the painful things away from him and… you are one of them,”

James turned back to look at him with the corner of his lips stretched into a smile. “And what would happen to this beautiful lady over here? Reyna clenched her jaw, why does she think that this other brother of Niko is more stupid than the stupidest human being she has met? “Lady, don’t mind this old hag.” James smiled back at Reyna. “He’s gay and has nothing to do with you than toy around yiur feelings. And for the record, he’s my father most useless son, always thinking with his dick and not his brain.”‘James said.

There was this bizarre feeling that it wasn't the first time she saw those pairs of eyes. His straight, thick raven black hair was brushed back. He looked like a cold, formidable lawyer who had never lost a case, especially with his eyeglasses on, which added more attributes to his charisma. From her face, the formidable man's eyes shifted to Demi. “Demi,” “Y-yes, Sir?” “Starting today, Mr. Ramizares is no longer part of Tempted Wear and no reference and recommendation shall be given,” he declared, projecting emphasis and certainty in his voice.

"There was Brandon Moore, Elijah Weber, Henry Ynurritegui, Santiago Colmenarejo, Samuel Domenico, and either Oliver Sandro or Santosh—I'm not entirely certain, but I know he owns a construction company. And then there was William Williams. Yes, that's the name I'm sure of." Rominic's brow furrowed as he considered the unfamiliar name. "What kind of name is Ynurritegui?" he asked, his voice dripping with disdain. I shrugged noncommittally, and Rominic muttered something under his breath before hissing and cursing, apparently recognizing the Colmenarejo I had mentioned. He seemed intent on making this person's life a living hell, though I confess I wasn't paying close attention, my own thought