Jamie Foxx Stories Novels & Stories

He added darkly. Now he sounded like a bully. I giggled. “In my line of work, there's always a ready story. You want to know what happened, the answer is right there. But the question is, is that really what happened? That's where we come in. We always look for the second story under the public story. The real story". He looked like he knew where I was going. “ Now tell me, Jamie, what's the real story? Why are you here?" JAMESON'S POV

I stammer out, and Hendrix chuckles at my hesitation. Willow nods at me and turns the radio on. Foxy Lady. She hums along to it, swaying in her seat. I can tell every movement is deliberate, designed to tease me. “What’s your wolf’s name?” I blurt out. “Jamie,” she says, smiling up at me. “Jamie?” I snort. “Are you for real?” “Yeah,” her brows furrow the slightest bit. It’s adorable. “What is yours?” “Hendrix,” he speaks through me, and I don’t have to think too hard to know my eyes are rimmed with red right now.

“I wouldn’t even care if it was my Mum. Not that she’s ever about long enough.” “I watched this porno where the stepmom walks in on the guy wanking and offers to help,” was Jamie’s random input. “You watch straight people porn?” Kayla frowned at him. “Straight people watch gay porn, don’t they? A penis is a penis,” Jamie shrugged. This made the others laugh. They seemed to love Jamie’s little stories and insights. “So,” Jamie turned to Adam, ignoring the others. He often did this, as though he knew Adam wasn’t impressed with him and desperately wanted to gain him as one of his little following. It was annoying. “Did you hear about that teenage gangster who murdered those sex traffickers?”

"Then please start your story, and then, Andy Burroughs, we shall see if we're willing to hear out yours." "Well…I suppose we should start with how I was waiting for my shifting Ceremony…" and so Jamie started to tell her side of the story.

"If you don't want to die, then go away!" The sword's sharp blade was imprinting on the fox demon's neck. He suddenly turned pale and immediately ran away. Dove did not expect someone to follow her and Clara. From the moment Clara stepped out of the palace, she was sure to be watched with intent to kill her. After safely returning to the cave, Dove breathed a sigh of relief. She and Clara sat in the moonlight. Seeing Clara keep looking at the blue sky, Dove suddenly remembered her parents' story. It is a legendary story about the Magic river.

The hair colourist was his real target. "How are you, sweetie?" she asked. "Oh, well, I've been better. A guy is giving me some trouble," Jamie said, making his sad, 'I deserve all of your pity and love,' face. "Felix Cross." Emma threw back her head in a knowing nod. "Oh... the stories I could tell you about that guy." Jamie smiled on the inside, remaining outwardly innocent and sweet. "Oh? Do tell."