James X Edward Novels & Stories

Edward sat in his high-backed leather chair, his sharp eyes focused on the man across from him—his attorney, Jameson Danae. Jameson had been with Edward for fifteen years, navigating the turbulent waters of business and politics with calculated precision. From quashing rumors to outmaneuvering assemblymen resistant to Edward’s proposals, Jameson had proven to be invaluable. Even when the odds seemed insurmountable, he’d managed to turn situations to Edward’s benefit. Edward leaned forward, his fingers interlocked on the desk. “Jameson, I’ve been thinking. It’s time to start transitioning the company to the next generation. I need to appoint a CEO—a perfect candidate who can handle the legacy

"My friend." Edwardyan explained succinctly. He didn't say that Sasha was his wife, after all, he understood that with James's ability, knowing that he had a wife, it was easy to find out who his wife was. At that time, let's not say that he will be regarded as a soft eater, let's just say that in the company, he will also be treated differently because of Sasha's husband's identity. After all, James is in the entertainment industry, and his mind is always more lively than ordinary people.

Yadier's fierce facade crumbled instantly, replaced by a torrent of tears and snot. "It's not what you think! Please listen to me, Mr. Xoan Warren! I—" "Your supposed nephew at the door revealed the entire truth to me," Xoan's voice, though calm, held immense authority. "What!? Didn't he try to stop you?!" James had hunted his parents' murderer all this while, so why did he allow Xoan to enter?

I was worried James would be too busy and too stressed right now to prioritise it. The door opens again, and Edwardo and Blake enter, bowing to the King and the council member, then nodding to my dad, Felix, and me. They take their seats, pulling out their documentation as they do. I watch as Edwardo leaf’s through the folder he brought. His neat appearance is as prim as always, his uniform crisp, his hair cut short and clean, but he's aged. His eyes and face look almost haggard. He looks like he isn't sleeping either. There's a coldness to him now that wasn't there before.

It felt nice to return to a shred of normalcy as I walked around taking orders and cleaning tables, and it was just busy enough to keep me occupied instead of thinking too much about Edward and Enzo. Toward the end of my shift, however, James came in and sat at the counter. I hadn’t seen him at all since I overheard him in Edward’s house. He seemed a little haggard, and looked like he was wearing yesterday’s clothes, which was out of the ordinary for him as he was normally very clean and put-together.

she asked. "You play the part of Elena so well that even the DNA test feels like a mistake," James said. "And you stay away from your father. Edward is in the Sterling's pocket now. They’re keeping him in a hotel downtown, feeding him enough liquor to keep him talkative. If he sees you, he’ll blow your cover for a bottle of cheap gin." Suddenly, James’s earpiece crackled. He straightened up, his professional mask sliding back into place. "Mr. Yates is coming out. You need to leave. Now."

My eyes automatically shifted towards his demeanour. James was in his late fifties but he already looked way ahead of his age. After suffering from an accident he often can't stand straight without straining his back. His forehead was marred with stress lines. And he looked tired and stressed most of the time. "But what about us? Is that new plan going to fire everyone?" James shook his head, "Eddie won't take that risk. It would be stupid to fire everyone" I snorted, unable to hold, "His name is Eddie?"

The bed shook as he rolled over on the mattress to grab his phone from the table. “It’s James.” James is a warlock from my coven. During Lillian’s reign he had protested her rule and her way of doing things, he even called her out on a few of her lies. As a consequence, he had to flee to the states because there had been too many attempts on his life. Now he was under our employ, as the Chief Executive Officer of our foundation.

He instructed. "It's done. I have our men working on them right now." "Good." "I also got more information on our mysterious informant." "Who is he?" "It's Mr. Edward. A famous business executive who held a prestigious position in the government years back. I also found an old newspaper article about him with his two sons. Mr. White was his eldest son. Interestingly, Mr. Edward is your grandfather's greatest rival and enemy. Though they are in different business fields, Mr. Johnson occasionally accused him of funding his competitors to bid against him. Having founded the organization he has been the most feared person with security offices after him until a few years back when he legalized a

Elizabeth understood what he meant, "That is to say, you are busy with this matter, right?" "Yeah." James answered, "I'm looking for another man, and I think I'll find him soon. Now I am outside the hotel where Xavier lives. I suddenly don't know what to do. Although he asked me to find them, I am afraid that... he will not be able to accept the news he will get, because the person who has been caught by me almost doesn't know anything."