Jameson Miles The Stopover Novels & Stories

Haven Miles. Haven Miles was a 25-year-old, working as an editor at a publishing company. She was a young lady with a seemingly lean figure and had wonderful assets which will make her look outstanding among the people with loads of artificial. Haven was too pure to anyone’s interest. She believed in simplicity and led her life in the same way. Haven is the only child for her parents. They live in Chicago and Haven in New York. She moved to the new city when she got the job. After all, it was her dream job. She loves stories: written, read, and watched. She just loves them. Period.

Misha asked, poking her cheek. "Oh, please! Misha, could you just let her rest? And why would he make passes at her? Does Jessica look that cheap to you?" James said, a little anxious. "James, why are you sounding anxious? If you like…" " Misha! Please, show me the direction to Jessica's house so we won't get lost!" James cut her off, giving her a knowing glare. After about an hour of driving, James stopped at the front of Jessica's home." We are here, Jessica"

Because he realized that the other party might have truly encountered a difficult matter of great magnitude, Liam was not angry at all about the other party’s tardiness. On the contrary, he nodded in understanding and said politely, “It’s okay, Mr. Smith. I didn’t have anything else to do, so there’s no rush.” “Thank you!” Jameson thanked him and smiled politely before sitting down in front of Liam. After the both of them had casually ordered some dishes, Jameson asked Liam, “Mr. Weaver, you’ve come so far from Oskia. Is there something important?”

"It's okay. I know them. Don't worry about them. Let's just go on our way." The Black family's SUV stayed close behind our convoy throughout the entire journey. They only backed off a little when we got close to the pack. During a rest stop, Lucas stood by my window, asking questions while peeking curiously inside. "Mother, since you agreed to come back to the pack, why won't you ride in our car? Ms. Mila is so much better—she would never act this weird for no reason like you're doing." I didn't want to bother with him. After all these years, Lucas had now been completely shaped by another she-wolf.

He shrugged, already sounding dismissive. “Especially considering it’s a twelve-hour away from Savannah City.” He leaned back, as if the matter were settled—then paused. “Oh. Right.” He tapped his fingers against the table, a flicker of recollection crossing his face. “I did come across some… information. Vague, really. Just rumors—but they might be relevant.” “Rumors?” Cassie scoffed softly, the word barely leaving her lips. “I know, I know.” Jameson grinned, unbothered.

Protect Jameson while injured. When was the last time I'd just... existed? "You're thinking too loud," Jameson said from the driver's seat. His hand reached over and squeezed my thigh. "I can practically hear the wheels turning." "Where are we going?" "Still not telling you." "Jameson." "Cat." He glanced over at me, his green eyes amused. "You have to learn to trust the process." "I trust you. I don't trust mysterious destinations." "Good thing I'm orchestrating the destination, not you." He turned back to the road. "Try to relax. Look out the window. Enjoy the drive. We've got another hour and a half."

Curiosity flashed in his eyes and the rest of the guys on the couch, and I felt Jax's gaze land on me as well. “Jealous much, Jam?” My focus and everyone else's turned over to Miles, who was stifling a yawn. “Really?” he asks. “Of course not,” Jamie protests strongly, looking perplexed by the fact that Miles has already ruined his chance to ask about me and Jayden. “I'm just curious, because, you know—” “Ah!” Miles cracked his knuckles behind his head and leaned back in the chair, his eyes closed for a moment. “I'm so tired! Don't we have to get up early tomorrow? Ashley, when will your driver get here?"

And instead of leaving, it will take longer. I left the key with him and turned around to sit in the passenger seat. He was a dog awake the whole trip. Annoying. I just went on a sound trip. I put the headset on my ears and closed my eyes. It's just a good feeling with him. I'm happy whether I admit it or not. "Yam.. Where are we going?" he removed my headset and asked me. I yawned when I noticed we were in Imus. "Tanza, Cavite. To my elder sister Kaycee.." Miles won't go with them today.. They said we'll see each other there at my sister's house..

~ Nikki ~ Jameson’s deeply contemplative as we roll to a stop. I don’t prompt him to speak. Sometimes, he delves into the far recesses of his mind, and I’ve learned to recognize when he’s in need of taking a moment or two to reflect and regroup.

Broken Pieces James pov The Blue Moon Motel sat like a forgotten relic on the edge of Highway 49, its neon sign flickering weakly in the gray morning light. Three hundred miles from Silverstone territory, it existed in the liminal space between pack lands—neutral ground where supernatural beings could rest without fear of territorial disputes or political