James Rameriz Novels & Stories

All things of worth did. The next address was more subdued, less gold-plated. A small office above a dull law firm kept the man she needed: Ramon V., private investigator who had removed more secrets from ledgers than any accountant in town. He had worked for the firm once before striking out on his own; he was plain and vicious in a manner Jamaica needed. Ramon opened the door, sipping a cigarette, his jaw braced against the long week ahead. "Madam," he grunted, and the grunt that accompanied the name was one of obedience.

“Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.” The name didn’t ring a bell, though something about it made my wolf stir uneasily. “Mr. D’Amaris,” I said carefully, returning his smile. “And what brings you here? I was told that you were interested in an investment proposal.” “I heard of your plans for a new independent firm,” he said, his gaze sharp but warm enough to disarm. “A bold vision, Luna. I admire that. I’d like to be your first investor, if you’ll have me. Given that I am not from your council, I believe that having something of your own should give you a bit of an advantage.”

He got up from his seat as we entered, extending a handshake to Damon. "Mr. Rodriguez," he said, shaking Damon's hand before turning to me. "And you must be Isabella. I'm James Peterson. It's a pleasure to meet you." "The pleasure is mine, Mr. Peterson. Thank you for taking the time to meet with me." "Please, call me James," he said, gesturing for us to take seats around the conference table. "Damon has told me wonderful things about your design work. I understand you're interested in joining our team?"

I park my car – James wants to think his restaurant is high-end, but he doesn’t even have a valet. For a few moments, I stand outside the restaurant, frowning at the marquis. Then, I straighten my suit and storm through the front door, standing tall. James is seated at one of the ghastly tables with the Mexican flag emblazoned on the top. He already has tequila and is smirking like the cat who got the cream. I can’t wait to wipe that smirk off his face. “Liam! Welcome. Would you like to take a seat? I’ll have Chef Jaime whip us up some lemon-lime refried tacos,” James says.

A male voice spoke and I frown in confusion. “May I know who is this speaking?” “James. James Russo. I guess it’s not that easy to forget me.” His cocky tone made me roll my eyes. “Ha! You. Great, I thought I could have a night but okay. Call me as you arrive.” I said rolling my eyes. “Okay.” With that he cut the call.

" No need to provide financially. We have enough. Just give me your contact. When he wakes up, I will give you a call immediately " " Oh " Alessio breath. " Thank you so much Ma'am. So, so much " " Can I ask, what his name is? " " Of course. He is Maximo Santino "

“I am going to show you what it is to ignore me, Lea Auditore. You are going to be paying for this…” ********************************** “Lea, you are going to be in charge of tables six, eight, and ten.” Mr. James said, looking at me. The fear that I saw in his eyes wasn’t one that I understood, but I could tell that something was going on, and whatever it was, he was worried about it. “Yes, boss.”

She got good tips and lots of admirers too because Maria is also very beautiful. Javier Ramirez CEO Ramirez group of companies who happens to be a man whore known for is escapades with various women. Hot blooded male and one of L.A's finest and most eligible bachelor. He was born into the family of Ramirez, and has a brother Andres Ramirez who is married to Samantha and blessed with two beautiful kids and have a beautiful love life which Javier envy's but never admits to it. The Ramirez company was controlled by Javier fully because Andres had always wanted to do something different from the line of business his family does, something private but then lucrative although he still had shares

“Your father would have been too…” “His excellency, Alpha Aguilar Ivanov.” Marcel, one of the servants called. I nodded at him and he smiled before taking a step back, knowing to head back to the harem. Someone had to help Elena with the girls, especially since they were new within the pack and harem.

"May I know your name?" The man introduced himself in a detached and raspy voice, "I'm Remy Lexington." "I'm Jameson Schmidt. I oversee Sir's businesses in Kontina and Solana City. Nice to meet you." Jameson reached out for a handshake just as Remy glanced up. The dim lighting and Remy's fringe had obstructed Jameson's view of his face until that moment. When Remy looked up, Jameson finally managed to take a good look at the man. Remy Lexington had straight brows and chiseled features, with deep, intimidating eyes that bore a weathered look.