James Sexton Audiobook Novels & Stories

I voiced out my worry as she almost laughed. "You and laziness, is that what you are afraid of? There are two gallons of water inside, brother James will fill the drones tomorrow morning" she said while bringing out foodstuffs from the bag. "Brother James?" I asked as I sat beside her. "Yes, he is the son of Deacon Augustine at the church, you should know elder Augustine nah" she said "Yes I know elder Augustine" I said.

“You don’t have to do this.” But the order had already been given. One of the men pressed a pillow over James’ chest as the other raised a silenced gun. Selene’s eyes filled with tears as she looked back. James met her gaze, his expression not angry, but wounded. Betrayed. “Selene…” he whispered one last time. Then the muffled shots rang out. James’ body slumped, lifeless, against the couch. The sheet turned dark under him. Selene choked back a sob. Her hand tightened on the flash drive, but Damien ripped it from her fingers and shoved it into his pocket.

Dexter have a look with the child for a long time, examining every features he has with the child. “I am so thankful; you are taking care of him well” he said to James. “When I married Anne, it becomes my obligation” James answered. “You are a good man; I am very sure you will not let Anne and our son down” The two men, got a very civil discussion, both of them, respect each other, and that respect was not destroyed by the awkward situation they are in now. Dexter did stay long. He is also feeling uneasy with Anne and James. The only consolation he got, he has seen and hug his son. Possibly it would be the first and the last time he will do that. He bid good bye to them after an hour.

Title: Father Bred Me In The Church Confession Room Chapter 3: Father Filled My Hole While Another Priest Was Next Door Two nights later Father James sent me a short message to meet him at the rectory behind the church after ten o’clock. The big old house was quiet when I arrived. Only a few lights were on. He opened the door wearing just his black cassock again, loosely tied. His eyes were dark with need as he pulled me inside quickly and locked the door.

The front door is wide open and I can’t see James. “Where is James?” I ask, and he scoffs. “Dead. Sephone killed him and threw him into the ocean.” He says nonchalantly. I place the cup down and sway before I sit down. “She killed an innocent man. He was a good man. He didn’t deserve that.” I mumble as sadness washes over me. Oh gods, his wife, and children. “Yeah, there is a lot of that going around, isn’t there?” he spits in disgust. “I have already informed his family and moved them to safety.” He says as I nod my head in grief. This didn’t need to happen.

“Knowing isn’t enough. The work is what you do after knowing.” Avalon looked at him. “You should write that down,” he said. “I did,” James said. “Three months ago in the structural failure document.” He picked up his drink. “You should reread it.” “I should,” Avalon agreed. He got home at nine. Selene was on the couch with a book, Elena is moving apparently, because she had her hand on her stomach with the focused expression she got when the baby was active. “Good?” he said.

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James was on the living room couch, flipping through the photo album of the charitable foundation's work while Wendell reported, "Chief Bronson, the therapist from earlier was picked up in a Rolls-Royce. The car was Mr. Gray's. "Mr. Romero couldn't find any evidence of him spying in his residence, so he must have had someone outside do his dirty work. Shall we hire a different therapist to oversee Ms. Sinclair's treatment?" James' gaze turned icy as he set the photo album on the coffee table. "Toss that away." Wendell took the album right away. "We'll keep the doctor for now," James said. He didn't want to upset Beverly. Just then, his phone buzzed with a new message. He picked it up and cli

“So, um . . . James, do you feel up to telling us about your recent ordeal?” He slid a reluctant glance at Eliza before nodding. Seeing as Blakeney had not heard about the voice he figured he should start from there. “Okay. Last Saturday when we went to the Holocaust museum, everything froze around me when I was watching a newsreel of Hitler speaking.” Blakeney’s dark gray eyes narrowed minutely and Worthington’s brows rose. “A deep voice began to speak to me. It called me by name and then called me the Child of the Prophecy. The voice said that if I came to him, only I would have to die.” James felt Eliza wince at that. “If not, then all of my loved ones”—he flicked his eyes at her—“would d

And James heard a voice cry out: “What you carry must be rebuilt not just in spirit, but in structure.” Then a second voice harsher, darker: “But he is not ready. He still bleeds doubt. Let him burn before he builds.” James jolted awake, drenched in sweat. The flame within him was no longer just stirring. It was starting to roar. End of Chapter 6🤭 •Chapter 7 – The Three Days James locked the door behind him. He didn’t tell anyone where he was going. Not Tope. Not his aunt. Not even Eliora, though he imagined she already knew.