James Unspeakable Novels & Stories

“And pray this is the last time you dare cross this doorstep.” James lifted his head with effort, panting, his shallow breaths scraping in his throat. He leaned forward slowly, defiantly, until his forehead pressed against the cold barrel of the gun. His half-closed eyes were bloodshot red, and a low, hoarse laugh escaped his cracked lips. It was a disturbing, out-of-place sound. He cackled like a lunatic, completely unhinged, as if the whole situation were some private joke only he understood. He spat on the ground beside him with contempt, not backing away from the danger, and fixed his gaze on the gun’s barrel with a sick gleam in his eyes.

Then, in a low voice that sent a chill down my spine, he said, “I don’t like watching wolves circle someone who can’t bite back.” My heart skipped. I turned to look at him again. His gaze did not waver. He had seen me. Drenched, broken, on the sidewalk. And he came back. Not out of charity. Not for thanks. But because something in him could not look away from wreckage and pretend it was not there. Alexander Langston was dangerous, but not because he hurt people. Because he noticed. And I had a feeling he did not forget the people he noticed

And just like that John had become the deer caught in the damn headlights. His emotions and thoughts were one big mess. He was curious to know why they would allow total strangers to watch them fuck. He saw Anya’s tits! But he also needed to know why James was telling him this. And most importantly, what did they want from him and his wife? “I saw clearly how your eyes were glued to her throat when she knelt and took my full length in.” James leaned forward, elbows on his knees, the bottle dangling from his fingers. “I know you pictured it. Pictured your own dick instead of mine, in my wife’s throat, spilling your cum in her willing throat.”

If you leave without causing a scene, I might even let you keep him, for your precious "father-son bond." I could not believe the nerve of this guy. Yvette had pinned a giant scarlet letter on me and still expected me to play the parent. I took another leisurely sip of my coffee, just watching Patrick's little show. He rambled on, and when I did not immediately bite, he got antsy. "What's your deal? Your wife steps out on you, and you're not even shocked?" "I'm giving you an out here, and you're not even reacting."

Dark circles under his eyes. When he saw me, he went utterly still. "Aurora," he whispered. "You're here." "I'm real," I said. James laughed. The sound was broken. "No. You're just another hallucination." "I'm not a hallucination," I said. I stepped closer. "I'm actually here." James pressed himself harder against the wall. "Stay back." "I'm not going to hurt you," I said. "Yes, you are," James said. "You hurt everyone. You destroyed Helen. And Keith. Everyone who ever crossed you."

He ranted about how Jessica was a business partner's wife unless he would have had her investigated and he would surely remind her husband to keep her in check. The name lodged in my chest like a blade,my nemesis. He didn’t know and I wouldn’t let him.But his suspicion was enough to get through me. “You’re drunk,” I said quickly. I didn’t want to see him right now. “Go upstairs before you say something you can’t take back.” He glared at me, then stormed up the stairs and slammed the bedroom door so hard that the frame shook. I sighed helplessly. James was really like this. I stood there, still in shock of the livestream earlier.I was hating James, hating myself, hating the mess I was drownin

someone has taken their photo. WHILE IN THE OTHER COUNTRY.... In a dark room ... LISA JAMES was sitting in the centre of the room... Mr James entered the room and because of drakness he was not ABLE TO see anything.. when he switched on the lights.. the whole room was destroyed... each and previous items were broken into pieces... Mr James was not at all shocked seeing her.. because he knew that he had SPOILED her daughter beyond the limit...but what he can do.. she is his daughter and the hieress of James empire...

Sareena, aka Christina I’m packing up my station at the hospital after an unbearably traumatic day when Dr. James bumps into me from behind. “Ah - bloody hell, sorry about that,” he says, stepping in front of me. “What a grim day, eh?” He’s referring to the triple murder-suicide we just dealt with. “Yeah,” I murmur, shaking my head. “I just wish someone had helped him with his mental health before it came to this.”

They can make anything look like an accident. "Do you have any idea what they did to him?" I ask. James sighs heavily on the other end. "I'm not sure if you really want to know," he says, his tone somber. "From what I heard, they did some... unspeakable things. It's better not to go into details." I swallow hard, the pit in my stomach deepening. The silence between us is heavy, filled with the weight of everything unsaid. "Yeah," I finally say, my voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe it's best, I don't know."

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!”