James Unspeakable Novels & Stories

A thick, pulsating rod dug into my tailbone, making my head swim. "She's perfect, isn't she?" Sin asked, stepping up in front of us. "She's a fucking masterpiece," Killian spat, his language blunt and filthy. He spun me around to face him, pinning me between his massive frame and Sin's chest. He grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up into those ruthless blue eyes. "James is a fucking retard. He's downstairs with a little bitch who probably sucked off everyone in the entire law firm for a raise. He doesn't deserve a woman with such beautiful tits and an ass like this."

James actually waited for the cloud to become darkened before he did this knowing fully well that the sun was an enemy of his. "Hey Dude i didn't mean to kidnap you, all i need is you record my final speech live to your station." James said and he nodded. The press man rose up and clicked his camera acting raising it at James. "My name is James Smith, yeah you all know me and i don't need to introduce myself as the cops would be here soon, just wanna apologize for being a villain In this city all this while, yeah that night at the field those things that attacked, they turned me into something else, something that can only survive by drinking blood...." James said and sniffed in tears.

he inquired. "Yes, Uncle, but I have something to inform you about before I go," James replied. "Okay, I'm all ears," Matteo said, giving James his full attention. James took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to say. "So, firstly, I wanted to apologize regarding the rumors about Naomi on the internet. She's not at fault; I am. I was the one who called her to the club last night. I was drunk and couldn't get home myself, so I called her to help me out," James confessed, causing Matteo's mouth to gasp in surprise as he looked at Naomi.

He's eye bags were vividly visible after last night tossing and turning around in bed. "Are you going to visit him?" I asked vaguely. We both know who we are referring to. Just like Voldemort, who's name must not be named, referring to Mr Ranault as James dad felt like an omen. "No." James replied nonchalantly as he continued to chew on his food. "James..." I said softly. "Calla please..." His voice shakes and I could only unpack the trembles in my head of what he had shared with me. How bad did his father hurt him?

I’m afraid that saying them out loud would break the only connection we have left. ​I guess this is what they call it. This is the quiet, heavy reality of UNSPOKEN LOVE.

"Romulo, what are you doing here?" So James is his name. "Sir Waltridge wants you to come with me," he calmly said. He didn't even think about what he will say. He just casually told that to this stranger guy. "I want to eat here. Can you wait?" "No, James. He's furious right now." I didn't mind what the guy saud and just went my way ro our home. I even heard him called my name but I didn't even turn around to face him. I don't want to trust anyone. He's completely a stranger.

I guess I really need a drink. “I heard you just moved in here.” The guy who I think is named Jake, said. I then turned to face him and nodded. “Yeah, I just did. Earlier today.” I told him, he then nodded. “So, how is Sanford so far?” he queried, I pursed my lips and act as if I was thinking. “It's great, I didn't encounter any bastard or shitty women shouting at anyone on the streets unlike my hometown so, it's great.” I answered, he then let out a small laugh.

I yawned and said, "Whatever, man. I didn't sleep well last night, so I need to catch some rest." "You spent all night with her, and all you can say is 'alright'?" Robert scoffed. "I've got to see what makes this girl so special." That instantly jolted me awake. "Robert! I'm warning you—don't you dare try to book the coin I bought yesterday!" Robert grew annoyed. "What's your problem? Can't we share the fun?" "I'm not joking around. Just leave this one alone. There are plenty of other coins on that site," I stated seriously.

she said, her voice rising with each passing moment. As the security tried to stop her, she quickly made her way to the center of the party, took a microphone, and said she had an announcement to make. "I want to tell all of you something. I want to tell you about the kind of people you're dealing with. James and his father are not what they seem. They're not the perfect family they pretend to be. They're just a bunch of manipulators and users," she said, her voice filled with anger and hatred.

Trip asked as he went down to one knee so he was eye-level with James. “To you, I’m Grim, blood of Wrath,” James said. Jenna gasped audibly but Jake grinned proudly. Trip was smiling down at him. “Grim’s a good road name. How did you get it?” “I killed the man that killed my mother,” James said solemnly, his little face expressing the seriousness of his words. “Fuck,” Trip whispered and got to his feet. “You want a beer?” Jake asked him, heading to the fridge. “Yeah, thanks.” He rounded the table and wrapped his arms around Jenna, kissing her cheek and whispering something in her ear.