Jim Hopper Novels & Stories

She dialed a number she knew off head and called. "It takes great talent and skill to veil great talent and skill. Little Lotus, how is the brighter side of the world?" A crooked old female voice answered the phone. "Only psychopaths and manipulators can achieve hiding their talents and skills Elder Hoshi. Everything is going as planned thank you for asking. Oh, but a Hian Ji attacked me at my home and knows everything about me. I thought I died and my existence was erased with you and the other Elders' help. What's going on?"

"Welcome to Parkview High! I'm Mrs. Stephens," the overly enthusiastic counselor says, gesturing me into her office. Her periwinkle blue jumpsuit is my first clue that a '70s hippie wardrobe is alive and well in her closet. I don't think I've ever seen so many bracelets, ear piercings, or necklaces on one person before. Eccentric doesn't even cover it.

QUINN "Quinn, Quinn, have you listened to a single word I've said?" My father's booming voice pulled me out of my thoughts. I looked at him dumbfounded. Theo Harper — short for Theophilus— was a man everyone knew. He made his money through architecture for the most part. My father had opened his architectural firm when he was no less than thirty years of age. It was a massive achievement on his part — coming from a family with no wealth and rising to someone who had money spewing out of his ears. He had completely forgotten his roots though, letting money go to his head.

Archer looked at Jessica, embarrassed that it was so obvious. Archer fidgeted on the spot, growing more and more restless. This guy was smitten, that’s for sure Jessica thought. Despite the dickhead she knew him to be in the past, she could tell that Cara had fallen for him hard. She couldn’t blame her. He stood tall and strong, the years had benefitted him well. He had clearly spent a lot of time working out, his khaki green shirt tucked into his camouflage pants, his boots completed the G.I. Joe look. She admired his muscles as they rippled with every movement, he wasn’t her type but she was allowed to appreciate a good looking guy when she saw one

"Yes!" "Okay. Stay close." Jim told Wilson and began to move forward. Before he could take his fifth step, a man of average height and looks coupled with a mohawk approached Jim and stood in front of him, blocking his and Wilson's path. He was the same mercenary from before who thought he saw himself in s place called 'Valhalla'. Apparently, he did not even have a proper understanding of Valhalla. He looked at Jim, down at his phone and back up at Jim's face. Wilson clenched his fist and walked to the side slightly, so that he could throw a punch at the mohawk guy if necessary.

I promised, on Hana's life, I wouldn’t kill anyone. I haven’t been here in seven years, not since Siegfried took Suzu from me. My return to my old cabin by the lake was bittersweet—so many memories of her and the good times we had here. On the bright side, the current camp director, Rowan Moors, doesn’t know my face, so I had introduced myself as James Logan and got hired as the new groundskeeper. I’m pretty sure he thinks I’m some lowlife drifter that was just looking for a temporary job and a place to stay. My gut tells me not to trust that prick. And my gut is rarely wrong.

Alex calls, "Hey! Man, help me out a bit here, will you?" Adam smirks over at his brother. "You're not Adam." I mumble, sinking back further into the tree, if that was even possible. "Oh heaven's no! I haven't been Adam for quite a while." Adam exclaims, his eyes glowing a brighter grey, "My name is Abror. Some may call me the Grand Duke of Hades, but you may call me King."

And there he was. Leaning casually against a pillar, wearing a hoodie and joggers, his hair messy and loose, those blue eyes locked onto hers. Mona swallowed hard. Damn. This man was dangerously gorgeous.

“And I’ve been called many things, hunter.” Goddess, he knew she was a hunter. After casting a wry glance around, Emory decided to take her chance with him since he was alone. As long as he didn’t shift, she could probably take him on in a fight. Then she grabbed hold of the branch and swung down to meet him. “You’ve got a new one, congrats.” It took her a moment to process his size: she only realized how large he was now that she was off the tree. How tall was he? He looked like he was about six feet seven. Looking up at him made her feel like a dwarf.

I say, grabbing an apple on my way to my room to call Speedy and share the news. "So, you're going to have access to Mr. Jim Darby's house?" Speedy says in awe. Jim is a legend at Scotts High. He was the star quarterback in the late 90s and early 2000s, and he went on to have a successful career in the NFL before retiring and becoming a sportscaster. "Calm down. Yes, I get to live with Jim and have some fun teasing the water girl while I'm at it," I say, rubbing my hands together.