James Unspeakable Novels & Stories

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.

Static hissed softly through the speakers in Zaid’s warm penthouse. "I know you're watching me, Betony," James’s voice came through, raspy, wet, and laced with a nauseating, unhinged intimacy. "I can feel you looking at me. Your mother and I lost everything in the water, but we found your little secret stash. And we found your map." Zaid didn't say a word, but the muscle in his jaw twitched violently. James took a step closer to the camera, his pale face filling the upper corner of the monitor.

James was speechless. Fucking bitch! At that second, James really wanted to punish Angie severely by shredding her into pieces! He was filled with so much hate that he almost could not control himself. However, he heard Angie say, "What do you think, James? Should you and I have a talk by ourselves?"

Oh God. He had fucked his daughter. His baby. Again. This time in front of some strange college girl. Right there. Like nothing was wrong with that in the world. James looked around the lake. All five college kids back by the other side of the lake, talking and laughing with each other. He had no idea what they might be saying. No thought other than to get away. "Molly, I... We have to... Oh God," James said. Those were the only words he had left. Oh God Oh God Oh God.

“Jessica?” The girl grabbed her hand tight, pulling her to the side of the street. “We need to talk,” Jessica told her firmly. “I can’t trust you,” Millie said bluntly. “I guess I’ll have to do this the hard way, then.” Jessica covered Millie’s mouth with a handkerchief poured with ammonia, causing the latter to faint. ***

I reach for my phone to text my brother, but I'm taken aback by an unknown message that sends a chill down my spine. "Damn it!" Unknown: You and Stella seemed quite cozy in that bed. I wonder if her parents are aware of what you're up to with their daughter... should we inform them? It's up to you, you little bastard... either we expose your naughty deeds with their daughter or you keep your hands off what's mine. This guy is completely delusional if he thinks his threats will affect me. He's messed with the wrong person. I hop into my truck and head to school. Once my tests are done today, I'll take this straight to Mr. Savage.

But nothing could resist James's murderous instincts. No one knows that after the torture and murder he did to Marissa, James almost committed suicide. He couldn't bear to hear Marissa's moans of pain until she was bleeding and hanging to death. Now the nightmare returns when Lordes admits that the girl is her niece.

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"It’s just a shame Joana didn’t die. If she had, I wouldn’t have had to waste my time. I could’ve gotten rid of Cassandra right away." James’s vision blurred as the lack of oxygen made his head spin, but his mind was still sharp enough to process the horrifying confession. 'This fucker… He’s ruthless, cold-blooded. He even planned to kill his mate just to clear his path to power.' Using the last bit of his strength, James tried to pry Scott’s hands off, his body thrashing weakly. His lips parted, forcing out the only words he had left. "Y-yo..u... a-are… n-nothing… b-but… a-an… a-animal…"

"No, I won't let you go. I won't—won't lose you. Won't—won't let depression win. Won't—" "It's not depression," James said. "It's—it's clarity. The entity was—was loud. Distracting. Terrible but—but present. And now—now I'm just alone with myself. With—with what I did. With—with boy who murdered his parents. And I can't—can't live with that. Can't—can't be that. Can't—"