Novel & Cerita James Sexton Audiobook

The Cross* James’ lawyer: “Ms. Okonkwo, do you have proof he will harm anyone?” Elma: “He already did.” Lawyer: “That was 20 years ago.” Elma: “And 5 years ago he tried again. From prison.” Judge: “Sustained.” *8. 10:00am. James Speaks* Judge: “Inmate 4417, final statement.” James looked at the camera. “I was wrong. I was angry. I’m not that man anymore.” “I’ve read. I’ve prayed. I want to work. To pay back.”

He spoke as he came, which was unusual for James. "Oh...fuck, Audrey! Oh...Ffffuuuuckkkk!" "Daddy! Oh, my Gggodddd!" James watched his daughter's hips raise off the couch and wiggle against her hand. James stroked his cock shooting cum in a thick stream that arched away from him and landed three feet away on the coffee table with a splat. He pumped harder and saw another jet of cum rocket onto the couch near Audrey's right foot. He stroked through yet another string of semen as it dropped and clung to his hand. He watched Audrey finish what appeared to be her second or third orgasm.

“Can’t be sure. People aren’t always who they seem. I have to think of my son.” Audrey clenched her fists. It was clear now—James was doing this just to spite her for having a new boyfriend. So he could remarry, but she couldn’t date? She never realized how much of a jerk he could be. “So what do you want?” she asked directly. He looked at her through the smoke. “Lock the door.” She didn’t move. “What can’t be said with the door open?” “Then we’re done talking.” Anger and despair surged in Audrey’s chest. James held all the power. She had no choice.

’ James’ distorted voice grumbles in my head. “He’s beautiful, isn’t he?” I whisper, still riding that feeling of awe when I see him in this form. “I can’t put into words how I feel right now,” Shawn’s voice is barely above a whisper now. ‘You should tell him how speechless you were the other night,’ I imagined James smirking as heat flooded my cheeks. “Onyx has that effect on people,” I choke out, my mind returning to that night with vivid recollection.

Jaxon didn't turn to me, but he laced his fingers with one of my hands and squeezed gently. I tuned back into the recording to hear Mochiatto threaten to blow up our publishing business, or set it on fire-it wasn't really clear, but I knew whatever he was planning wasn't good. The voice recorder clicked, and the room fell silent as the recording ended, each of us seemingly lost in our own thoughts. "Well, I'll be damned," James commented, breaking the silence that blanketed the room. "I can't believe that dumb son of a bitch just confessed to you."

“It is disorienting. I do not dislike it. But it is disorienting.” Sera looked at her across the table. “You get used to it.” “Have you gotten used to it,” Vivienne said. “No,” Sera said. “But I have stopped needing to.” James made a sound that was almost a laugh. It was, Vivienne had discovered across the last three days, exactly the sound their father made at the end of recordings when Faust said something particularly absurd. She had not told James this yet. She was not certain she could say it without her voice doing something she would find inconvenient in a restaurant.

Alpha Dominic said in low tone “I can't hear you well, please, increase your tone. They sound too vague in my hearing. Can you speak louder?” “I know you heard me well. You just want me to repeat myself which I will not be doing. If you can't hear me properly, you can rest on that. I have something else for you. This will be very surprising but I did it and you can take it as a token of love.” “So far you didn't kill anyone, I'm sure I will accept it,” James said joyously. “Wait!” He exclaimed like he had remembered something. “You can really be unpredictable when it comes to stuff like this. I can't be so sure it is a good gift,”

“Oh, for the love of God. I keep forgetting your husband is a whole-ass billionaire playing Batman.” “I keep saying that,” James said, holding the door open for us like he was our chauffeur, “Thankfully, he has no daddy issues and way better cheekbones.” I wanted to crawl under the leather seats. Instead, I followed Sadie out, tugging at the hem of my wrinkled shirt, hyperaware of the bloodstains and soot smudges that hadn’t been washed away yet.