Jamie Booth Novels & Stories

Jamie hopped down, pulled his slacks back up, and fixed his shirt, though the wet spots from his own cum on his chest were still visible. He gave me a wicked smile. “Come back anytime you need more shopping help. I’ll always take care of that married cock.” I quickly straightened my clothes and stepped back into the boutique just as Mia returned, smiling brightly with flushed cheeks from catching up with her friend. “Find anything nice, babe?” she asked, kissing my cheek. I glanced back at Jamie, who was casually leaning on the counter, cleavage still on display, giving me a discreet, satisfied smirk. “Yeah,” I said, voice a little hoarse. “Found exactly what I was looking for.”

he smiled widely. The only thing I got from that was that the tall piece of man meat was going to be staying with us and I've just been dumped, it's the best thing that could ever happen, I mean, just imagine waking up and walking into the bathroom to see him, shirtless, towel wrapped around his waist, exposing his v-line a little, the messy wet hair and the water sliding down his body. "Go say hi." Jonathan said, pulling me from my thoughts. My mum had already left and he was looking straight at me and him, "Okay." I said and began walking towards him, "Hi," I extended my arm, "I'm Jade."

he said. “He’s right,” Jamie said. “But—” She was cut off as a reggae song started playing and Jake jumped from his seat. “This is one of my favorite songs!” He yells. His smile was contagious. Jamie groaned and slouched back against the seat. “He loves everything J Boog,” Jamie said. She rolls her eyes and shakes her head. “Don’t look at me. I danced with you last time!” He whined and looked at Bruce and Mia but they were practically eating each other’s faces at this point. His eyes turned back to Jamie.

"Who did this?" The butler whispered in a reply. "According to the men who sent Mr. Jamie back, he was beaten up by a man named Jate Woods from Eastblue city and died in the hospital." Bob Miller then ask for all the details regarding the incident. After understanding the situation, he exuded a murderous intent and ordered. "Send someone capable to Eastblue city in kill that bastard! Otherwise, my grandson will never rest in peace." "Understood!" Then Bob Miller continued. "Also, capture that woman named Angela Winston. I want her to undergo an underworld wedding with Jamie. I will burry her with him!"

To the right, a picture of Harou himself; In the middle, a picture of Blake with darker eyes in a deep green and hazel; and to the right, a picture of Damian, or as Harou likes to call him, Keiran. Blake nods in disbelief. "This, can't be real. This is . . . . What is this?"

“Jamie—” “No.” Jamie met his eyes. “I’m not hiding. Not anymore. If they want my side, they get it. Straight from me.” Avery burst in without knocking. “Sorry—press is downstairs. Channel 7 wants a comment. And there’s a reporter from Ad Age outside.” Jamie stood. “Tell them I’ll be down in ten.” Julian rose too. “We’re doing this together.” Jamie smiled—small, shaky, but real. “Yeah. We are.”

I love this ship. • Jamie Parker: Jamie is a nineteen-year-old Angel. And when I say he's an Angel, it's both by his originality as well as his conduct. The ash-haired boy is a major part of Vantae's world. Living with his mother's side of the family, the boy has accepted Asa as his mom. His birth is kind of complicated and not known to everyone. He's a little short 174 cm (5'7 ft) and weighs around 59 kg (130 lbs). MBTI type: ENFJ. Jamie has the cutest eye smile. You know when your eyes turn into crescents when the smile grows. Yeah, he's that kind. He's like the light that instantly makes it a little better. Favorite color: Blue. Zodiac: Libra. Jamie attracts people easily, but the boy lik

I raise my head and look at the barista, and I see Bobby. Crap. That pervert again. As he sees me noticing him, he puts up a smirk, “Where’s your boss?” he asked. “Jamie?” I mentioned. “Yeah.” Bobby nods, “Never had a chance to see him.” I scoff in my heart, like you are ever going to. Is Jamie Lee Peyton someone you can just meet in a coffee house? He is the owner and the CEO of Minerva, at the same time, the second child of Peyton Group, dude.

I did most of my work from the pack territory, but still had to visit the office once every other week for board meetings. I parked the car in the CEO space just as Liam’s phone rang. “Jamie,” Liam said in the phone and then listened for a bit, “What, already? I’m impressed man, I mean I know you are good but even for you this is impressive.” I gave him a look and he held the phone away from his ear. “Jamie has a full profile on our naughty werewolf,” he said and I raised my eyebrows in surprise.

“Because that’s the only kind worth playing. I didn’t come here to play easy, and I sure as fucking hell will not allow him, or anyone, to try and fucking scarce me from my goal.” And in the silence that followed, I could almost see it, the look on Liam’s face when he realized his perfect world was cracking. This time, it wouldn’t be through rogues or whispers. This time, it would be with his own kind, his precious businessmen. And I was going to enjoy every second of it.