James Sa Corey Books Novels & Stories

I had found the Fort Knox of pussy protection. And for an hour it worked. Cory read the new James Patterson book and I read the other new James Patterson book (he apparently puts out a new book more often than the Red Sox lose another game). Interestingly, Cory and I had a lot of common interests, including being avid readers and both having the same favourite author in James Patterson. Sit in any single position for a straight hour though, and the rear becomes a mutineer. Yet, even though I was very uncomfortable, I refused to reposition myself, although I did begin to squirm a bit.

“I prefer to keep my cards to myself and watch you scramble.” My hands tightened on the table. “So now what? You tell me and hand the board ammunition, or you hold it and watch me burn?” Corey’s eyes were cool as steel. “Nothing so predictable, Vexley. Getting that mail was a very fun turn of events. I intend to take full advantage of the precarious situation you’ve found yourself in.” Corey stood up from the chair with the unhurried grace of a man who thought he’d already won. “Good luck trying to uncover the rot before I do.”

~Pearl’s Point of View~ “You know you’re going to miss us fucking in this bunk,” Corey whispered, as he woke up and ran his hand down my back, grabbing my ass. I scoffed. “Miss the smells of living in a moving closet with like six other people,” I said, giving him a look. We had tiny little push lamps above our heads that gave just enough light if you needed it. Corey wanted the light on pretty much all the time. He said he had to be able to look at me. Okay so it was kinda cute. Like the millions of little things he said about me all the time that just made me melt.

I wondered. Corey is an observant person who, no doubt, could probably put the pieces together. He has always had a no-nonsense, just get it done personality, which is one of the things I like about him. He is also great at technology. I have seen him hack into some of the best security firewalls like it was child’s play.

Corey snickered, “We live in a world where the strongest dominates. You can only preserve your dignity if you are strong enough. “Now, I can exterminate both of Tirtaʼs students at any moment with a simple command of my Zen. Are you still going to resist?” As James remained silent, Corey grinned malevolently. “I can tell that you and the two weaklings share a close relationship. “They are even willing to risk their lives to help you. Could you really just do nothing and watch them die before your eyes?” James tightened his fists. A murderous aura emanated from him. In the process of improving his cultivation, James had come across all kinds of men. They could be savagely cruel, cunning and c

he said, voice low but coiled with heat. Corey leaned back in his chair, lips curving into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “I didn’t call you. You came. Which means you need answers… or you’re afraid I already have them.” James’ jaw tightened. “I’m not here to play word games.” “Good,” Corey said, pushing the glass of whiskey away as though even the drink wasn’t worth breaking focus for. “Because this isn’t a game. This is about Janis. About who she really turns to when things get bad.”

What kind of men were they? He spent hours researching them, poring over articles, interviews, and social media profiles. Damon, the CEO, a financial titan with an ice-cold gaze. Elias, the enigmatic artist, his sculptures commanding astronomical prices, his interviews rare and philosophical. Kael, the athletic one, a former Olympian turned sports magnate, his smile a blinding flash. Three distinct personalities, yet all sharing that same dangerous aura, that same undeniable power. He memorized their faces, their public personas, trying to reconcile them with the faceless, primal forces that had consumed him. It was impossible. The public image was too polished, too controlled. The memory wa

“I don’t think anyone could harm them here, even if they tried.” Corey, who had been the most vocal in his doubts about Jude, was seated across from Jamie, and he was unusually quiet. He stared into the fire, the flames reflecting in his eyes, his usual smirk nowhere to be found. When he finally spoke, his tone was softer than I’d ever heard it. “I never thought…” He hesitated, shaking his head as if trying to make sense of his own words. “I never thought I could sit here, in the middle of hybrids, and feel… comfortable. It’s just…” He trailed off, gesturing vaguely at the peaceful scene around us. “It’s not what I expected.”

Much like he'd looked as he had stood on Carrie's porch watching the clouds slowly travel across the sky while calmly sipping his coffee despite the chaos going on around him. Ben returned carrying a load of books in his arms. He heaved the heavy books onto the table before me. I looked down and was surprised at what I saw there. I didn’t know what I had expected. With all that had happened, I had envisioned fantasies of witchcraft, vampirism, mutants, and numerous other explanations involving mythological figures but this I hadn’t anticipated. At the very top of the considerable pile of books lay the King James Bible. “Just the tip of the iceberg, baby.” Richard said as he looked at me and

He continued, “yeah I talked to Corey this morning and he said that James got some roofies off someone and was determined to pop your cherry. He bugged me weeks ago about why we broke up and I wouldn’t give him an answer. He asked if it was because you wouldn’t give it up. I didn’t say anything so he just assumed it. He only asked you out because he thought he would be able to get it from you one way or another. Corey feels bad cause he was the one who put James onto the dealer. But he was supposed to be getting X." My tears stopped and I balled my fists. “Looks like we got there just in time though, a minute later and it would have been too late," he finished explaining.