James Unspeakable Novels & Stories

Each cry was louder than the last, reverberating with a sheer, unfiltered fear that bordered on hysteria. Alex placed his hands on him. He pitied him because what he was about to go through was fucking deadly. “You should save your screams for later”. He said without moving a muscle of his face. “Take him”. He commanded his men. *** In a dark underground area stood Zephyr in his black unstained suit which seemed impossible given the situation. But zephyr always had a thing for cleanliness. James was tied while standing. “Arghhh”. He heard him scream as cold water was poured on him. “I did my assignment on you, James, and it wasn't great”. He looked intently at him, making the eyes feel naked

I felt my own hand move without deciding to, settling against his forearm, fingers curling slightly into the fabric. One of us was going to close the last fraction of space between us, and the other was not going to stop them, and we both knew it and were staying, suspended, in the last possible moment before it became something you cannot un-become. Then Lucas made a sound. Not words. Just a small, sleepy, involuntary sound, the kind children make when they shift in their sleep, already unconscious again before it had fully left him. But it was enough. Julien stilled.

I didn’t get that far though. Hands grabbed me from behind and flung me with force— I felt myself flying backwards. My head made contact with the ground with a sickening crunch and a strangled scream tore through me. In a flash, Jonathan was on me raining down punches, his eyes were pitch black and the lingering signs of sanity were long gone. “You think you know so fucking much? Well, know this! James was a fucking coward and he ruined everything! If he had done what he was supposed to do nothing would have gone wrong instead he ran with his tail between his fucking legs and now I'm like this! A freak!”

A node of sentiment in his perfect machine. While Mimi engaged Bryce, her voice steady, debating the philosophy of legacy, pulling his brilliant, broken mind into a logical duel, William moved. It wasn’t a calculated strategy, it was a desperate, instinctual lunge. He swept his arm across the glass desk, not at Bryce, but at the photo and its pad. The frame sailed through the air, smashing against the concrete floor. Glass exploded. The charging pad sparked and died. Bryce’s lecture cut off. A raw, animal sound tore from his throat. “CLARA!”

The cacophony of voices and camera flashes only added to the drama. Seraphina, Mace's niece, couldn't resist the allure of the moment. She pulled out her phone and began recording the spectacle. Her young, rebellious spirit found humor in the situation, and she couldn't resist adding her own snarky commentary, clearly targeted at her uncle. "Uncle Mace, this is some top-notch entertainment," Seraphina quipped as she captured the destruction of the Jeep on her phone. "You should consider charging admission for this show." The crowd of onlookers watched with a mix of shock and amusement, unsure of what to make of the fiery woman taking her anger out on a billionaire's car. It was a surreal and

After thinking for a while, he continued to say, "Does it mean that you... can't get it up?" Can't get it up? What a joke! It was a matter of his male dignity! James turned around exasperatedly and looked at Isaac, shouting fiercely, "What the hell! How could I not get it up? It's even harder than steel!" "..." Isaac was stunned for a moment and then burst into laughter, "That's right. Otherwise, why are you bleeding?" "What do you know? Get the hell out of here!" James waved his hand at Isaac angrily. " Such meaningless words are an insult to my ears!"

"Nah, baby girl. Not crazy - realistic." His thumb stroked along the line of her jaw as he held her gaze steadily. "This Spike asshole, he doesn't play by any rules. Doesn't respect boundaries or limits. He's a rabid dog who'll chew off any limb to get what he wants." There was a world-weary resignation in James's tone, like a man who'd glimpsed the bleakest depravities of the human condition once too often. Lily felt her throat tighten apprehensively at the ominous certainty underlying his grave words.

“James, I don’t think that’s a good idea. With everything that’s been going on—” “Yeah, I know,” he said. “I know. It’s fucked! Totally and completely fucked! People are fucking dead and I want to go out and throw fake body parts around and make fucking jokes about Torso and I Dismember Mama. But I love this stuff! My whole fucking life has been leading up to this. It’s my chance, you know? To not be a freak anymore.” “James . . . ”

His expression says it all. “If you're going to burn them in hell, I will destroy every kind of this f*cking place, Emerald. They should not dare to touch Jacob or else, they will see the monstrous side of me.” James responded at me, his teeth were gritted as well. If I am scared earlier, James is way better. Those words that he let out, it's dangerous and knowing him, he has the final say. He can do whatever he wants to do but only if the enemies trigger him.

James had a baffled expression as if he couldn’t possibly understand why Karla was sitting in his living room telling them she’d left Ken. “What happened?” Sophia prompted again. Karla closed her eyes and then spilled the entire ugly tale. By the time she was finished, James wore a murderous expression, rage emanating in waves from him. “Un-fucking-believable,” James swore. “I’m going to kill him,” he said, repeating the words he’d uttered in the doorway moments before. “What he did is unforgivable. How could he have let it happen?” Sophia had gone pale and she looked stricken as she stared at her friend. “Karla, are you hurt? Do you want me and James to take you to the hospital?”