Romans & histoires Jim Hopper

Charlotte POV He left, just walking out as if these feelings meant nothing. I mean I can’t say I helped when I said I wouldn’t mind if he left me behind. But I wasn’t expecting him to actually listen. I’ve gone my whole life angry about what happened to my family. The rogue that killed them seeked power, to be worshipped. No one should be forced to rule under some jackass. I learned this world is cold and heartless before I even hit puberty. I traveled a lot moving from state to state, town to town. I’d hide in trees and live in abandoned buildings people left to build up dust. Doesn’t sound like the best way to live but it was better than what he wanted me for. I’m a half breed, my dad was

In essence, we would lose everything. That's when it hit me! Jericho! My old friend. He was a computer genius, and he already was banished from The Academy for trying to uncover some shady shit they were up to anyway. He would absolutely love to break into their files for me. He wouldn’t even bat an eye.

Besides, what can I say? Jared Anderson is basically a computer genius. He's usually involved information security, hacking and stuff like that. He can easily hack into anyone's private accounts even with his eyes closed. I saw him do it plenty of times before, and I know he'll do it now. I had only been waiting for half a minute when an enormous hand appeared before my eyes and grabbed my mouth. I screamed, panic coursing through me as I fought the person standing right behind me. From my peripheral I noticed it was a tall, well-built man with an intimidating aura about him. Apart from that, he was wearing all black. That's how he must have easily blended into the night and prevented me fro

He was proud an honor to fight along the brave and fierce warrior and witness his rise. Jim was 6ft6 tall black man and powerfully built. Black sharp eyes. He is bald, has thick eyebrows, nubian nose, wide dark lips and a round beard. When Jim arrive in the office, he was about to bow in front of Gordon, but Gordon stopped him. “Please don’t do that, you have taught me everything I know.”

A Specialist!“What do you mean a specialist?”Jim asked.“Her condition,only a specialist can deal with.We don't have the capability to help her,”he said.“I can't wait that long,get that doctor here.I don't care how I want him here tomorrow morning even if I have to pay him twice his charges,okay doctor... what's your name?”Hermione asked.“Dr.Campbell,”he said.“Are we in agreement Dr.Campbell.Tomorrow morning.I'll pay him twice the amount he charges,thrice if I have to,”she said.“Yes ma'am,”he said then went ahead to his office.“Hey,its going to be alright,I promise,”Jim said to Hermione.“The only promise I want right now is your wife and daughter away from this place.I don't want them anywher

"Well, well, well. Look at what we have here, boys. Is this a little fly I've caught in my web?" For a minute, I just stared at him, surprised by how completely moronic he sounds. However, his companions start to laugh, and I get a painful feeling deep in my gut. This is not going to end anytime soon. They have plans for me, plans that will take a very long time before the suffering ends. He took another step forward. "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Frank Schultz. I lead the Zombie Warriors and I must say, you've been quite difficult to get a hold of."

You need a double dose, I reckon. ‘You’re as funny as chicken pox, Jimbo,’ Cochran replied with a chuckle. ‘And you still can’t sing, Skipper,’ First Mate James ‘Jimbo’ Spirehouse said. ‘You’re gonna have to accept that fact some day. Why not do it now and save my sanity?’ ‘Because the King still sings, you heathen,’ said Cochran, jerking his head towards the speaker as it pumped out ‘Jailhouse Rock’. ‘And you were crazy before you ever set foot on this boat.’ The two men laughed heartily.

I could see the whole of New York from where I was standing and all its impressive night lights. “What are you talking about?” I asked as I slowly turned around. I was calm while he was angry. That had always been our dynamic. He wore his emotions on his face and mannerisms proudly, I didn’t. I preferred not to let people know what I was thinking or feeling. It made me a little unpredictable and it got people frustrated enough to reveal what they were feeling. “You what I’m talking about, fucker. You hired Hazel fucking Thompson.” He stated. “I did and this is my hotel so I don’t understand how that concerns you.”

Jim had been looking after her ever since. Daniel Smith, on the other hand, was Jim's childhood friend. Hearing that they were fighting left Jim completely drained. "Sorry, I need to head back and deal with this," Jim said politely to Hayley. "Okay. By the way, what's your name?" Hayley asked. Jim smiled faintly. "I'm Jim." Jim! Hayley's gaze sharpened instantly. No way. Could this be Lone Wolf Jim from the Ten Toughest People list? The Ten Toughest People was a widely recognized ranking in the apocalypse, made up of individuals who had pulled off unbelievable feats and carved out legends for themselves.

the man pointed out blankly, "we have watched you. You hunt, you run, you sleep, you watch. What do you want?" I remained silent partly because I couldn't speak and partly because had nothing to say. "Speak or this will end badly for you," he spoke with an air of authority surrounding him. I quickly deduced that he wasn't just any man. He was their Alpha. Or as they called it, their chief. But he was young, so maybe the son of the chief, the one that would soon take the place of the leader of their tribe. Slowly but purposely, I unfurled my fingers from around the steering wheel. With precise movements, I exited the jeep and took five cautious steps forward until I was face to face with the