James Reynolds Books Novels & Stories

Eventually Lily got used to sitting in front of the rows of books in James' study. Observing every line that was there. Picking up the ones she liked and getting lost in them. While killing time because at the other end, James still seemed to be working full of concentration. This time his choice falls on the autobiography of a former president who was in power for quite some time.

"Precision translates to cooking. It's—it's actually very similar. Measurements. Timing. Chemical reactions." They were trying. Both of them. Trying to make this weird family work. Trying to coexist around woman they both loved. Trying to—to be something that didn't have name. Didn't have precedent. "Where's James?" I asked. "In his room," Reaper said. "Reading. Kid reads constantly. Like he's—like he's trying to catch up on everything he missed being consciousness. Everything he—" A crash from upstairs. We all ran. Found James's room. Door open. James standing in middle of chaos. Books everywhere. Bed overturned. Window shattered.

And he could only guess that it was to do something about his children. He couldn’t possibly know what that was. He wasn’t a mind reader. But he thought that it might be a possible good time to bring up the mother of his children. ‘Five years ago, I let go of a woman I shouldn’t have. But at the time, she was young.’ ‘Why did you?’ Vera found herself asking. Though she kept watching the children. She didn’t think she should have asked. She didn’t want to get too personal with Mr. Reynolds. She wasn’t ready to get close to anyone.

"Jimmy, what are you looking at?" Lydia came in with a bowl of porridge and saw James reading something with his head lowered. There was even a pile of books on the desk. Seeing this, she asked in surprise. "Ahem." James coughed lightly, but he did not hide anything and said calmly, "What else can I do? I'm studying!" "What?" Lydia was stunned. Then she stepped forward and couldn't help laughing when she saw the name of the top book, "Ha-ha, what's going on? Are you studying how to be a qualified father?"

What could it hurt, after all? "I am a Reaver," I purred, my voice low and smooth. Roxy's eyes widened, a flicker of surprise dancing across her face. I was certain she had stumbled upon the chapters detailing my kind in the book she'd been reading. Three entire chapters were devoted to Reavers, and they were nestled near the beginning of the book. Given that she was now halfway through, I assumed she had already devoured those particular pages.

“I’ve told you before, who I invite into my home is my business, not yours. If you’re only here to drop off desserts and burn ointment, you can leave. I don’t eat from that dessert shop anymore, and you can keep the ointment for yourself.” “Mr. Chancer,” Zachary interjected with a frosty tone, “I see you’ve brought burn ointment. Does Ms. Garnett know about your little delivery?” James’s jaw tightened. “Mr. Reynolds, I didn’t expect to see you here,” he replied, a hint of accusation in his voice. Zachary’s expression didn’t waver. “That’s none of your concern.” James pressed on. “I’m her ex-husband. That gives me—”

Andrew, wow, you're… you're back," he stammered, his voice betraying his shock. Andrew's tone turned sharp as he addressed James. "So, James, I heard you were vying for the presidency and trying to buy my shares from my wife," he said, his voice laced with accusation. "I...I don't know what you're talking about," James stuttered, his voice barely above a whisper. Andrew raised an eyebrow. "Don't play dumb with me, James. I have eyes and ears everywhere. You know too well that nothing can be hidden from Andrew Reynolds."

Michael leans across to look, shaking his head slightly but also smiling. ".... Asimov's 'The Gods Themselves', 'Fundamentals of Physics: Mechanics, Relativity, and Thermodynamics', 'The Complete Sherlock Holmes', Lovelock's 'Gaia', 'Pride and Prejudice'.... An eclectic mix." He opens a copy of what looks like a volume on astronomy, flicking through the pages and chuckling. "Have you considered specialising?" She snorts. "Specialisation is for insects...." James halts in his examination of the volume in his hand, frowning as he stares into space. "That's a quote, isn't it?"

Funny. "I won't take much of your time." I started. "You spent two minutes staring at me already." She pointed out, with a straight face. I was taken aback for a second. She was blunt! And I liked that. He smiled slightly. "I'm not sorry about that. I'm Jayden Reynolds, Vice President of Reynolds enterprises." I introduced. "I know you. Like I said earlier,I have a business meeting in few minutes, so cut to the chase." I exhaled. What to say? You're the one I had a night stand with years ago? What exactly to say?

"Mimi, remain in. Don't open the door. I'll be there soon. She put the phone down on the counter and stared at the person who was now standing at the edge of her yard. The person stopped for a moment, then turned to face the door. Her heart raced, and she drew away, feeling terrified. After that, the person stepped into the light. Her blood turned to ice. It was a somebody she knew and hadn't expected to see again. James was sitting in his study, looking at documents that were a swirl of text he couldn't read. He wasn't thinking about the business deals that typically took up all of his time; he was thinking about Damon and the messed-up game he had gotten himself into. The choices he had ma