Jimmy Hopkins Novels & Stories

“I’ve had a day.” Jimmy walked in last. Calm. Sharp. Dressed in that infuriatingly casual hacker-core hoodie with some ironic quote stitched across the back and boots that screamed I know where your secrets live. He gave me one long look over the rim of his iced coffee (with a biodegradable straw, obviously), pursed his lips, and flopped dramatically into the chair across from me. “Honey,” he said, eyes narrowing as he opened his laptop, “is this a ‘we’re all going to die dramatically in a fireball of cursed energy’ situation? Or is this more of a ‘digging up dead drama from your haunted bloodline’ thing?”

It would give him the move he needed to blow away Hopkins. But Jussie locked her knees, lifted her chin stubbornly, and Mitch knew his wife wasn’t about to be cowed. “What happened to that first agent? The one on the take with you?” Mitch asked, hoping desperately for a distraction. “How did he really die?” “I had him killed,” Hopkins said. “He found out about me. I had to eliminate him before he turned me in.” “And the second agent, the one who was murdered?” “He worked for me as well,” Hopkins admitted sadly. “And he was good too. But his greed did him in. I had to take him out for that, or risk everything.”

She loves it. Misty is walking out the door. Her sex-drenched thong is in my hand. I may see her again. So, let me get all this out of the way so we can get back to fucking. I'm Jim, forty-nine, tall and lean. I'm in ridiculously good shape as I swim, do karate etc. I'm six-foot-three, I've got the salt-and-pepper hair going, light blue eyes, and a voice that is chocolate to women's ears. I'm charming as hell ̶ and married.

Jimmy covered his mouth and sobbed. “He’s basically crazy. He keeps reading a password-locked diary every single day. He says he’s damned, but then, he claims that I killed his son and wants me to pay for it. He wants to send me to hell so that I’ll never recover!” I was stunned when I heard what Jimmy said.

Max vowed to carry Jimmy's memory with him at all times, using it as a motivator to protect and serve, ensuring that no more lives were lost due to a lack of vigilance or dedication. Months after the tragic accident that claimed Jimmy's life, Max's emotional state deteriorated rapidly. Overwhelmed by guilt, grief, and a profound sense of failure, he found himself unable to cope with the weight of his emotions. Max's mental health suffered greatly, and he realized that he needed professional help to heal.

Romano was holding the door, looking impatient. Jim exhaled, turning a long glance back up the open-air escalator. Nothing's wrong at all, he lied to himself, trudging back toward the elevator. As a boy, Jimmy had fallen down an abandoned well shaft and died treading water in the narrow space also, for hours before being rescued. Since then, he'd suffered a haunting phobia of enclosed spaces - elevators, subways, squash courts. The elevator is a perfect safe machine, Jim continually told himself, never believing it. It's a tiny metal box hanging in an enclosed shaft! Holding his breath, he stepped into the lift, feeling the familiar tingle of adrenaline as the doors slid shut. Two floors. Te

taking out five dollars in ones I reach out to hand them to him only for him to shack his head no. "What's your name" he asks catching me off guard, here I thought this Adonis of a man was just going to ignore me while we waited. "Harper, Harper Lewis" I hate my name with a passion, I still to this day have no idea why my mom named me Harper. I reach my hand out for him to shake and ask him what his name is. "Nixon Marsh" he shakes my hand and I feel sparks as if he was electrically charged and I pull my hand away quickly.

Even though they had been in the streets their whole lives, terrifying men like these were truly rare. “Did you just say that you want to cripple my legs?” Harvey let go of Jimmy, laughing. “No, I didn’t…” Jimmy struggled to stand up straight. His eyes lit up. His heart was full of dissatisfaction, but he didn’t dare to show it. Harvey couldn’t care less about the situation. He sat on the office table and played with the pen. “So, are you giving us back the hundred and fifty million?” “I…” Jimmy John was hesitant.

"That's cute! Little brother, standing up for big brother and his gay fagot of an Alpha lover. Let me guess, are you an Alpha lover too little boy?" Harris growled, gripping his phone a little tighter, but trying not to break it. At least not until he's done speaking his mind. "No, I think you're the true Alpha lover here. You see, I know a little something about you if this is who I think this is." "Oh yeah, and who do you think I am?" "Well seeing as I've actually met you before, I'd recognize the nasally, annoying sound of your voice anywhere, I would bet my life on it that this is Jimmy!"

Dominic’s POV The moment Jimmy stepped into the bathroom, he sent a message to Vivian Carter, telling her to wait for him at the hotel; he would be there shortly. Vivian knew her son was different. He always meant what he said. James Smith joked, "Aren't you worried someone might kidnap your little genius?" Vivian replied calmly, "As long as he doesn't get into trouble, I’ll be grateful. Who would dare mess with this little troublemaker?" James couldn't help but comment, "I have to admit, Dominic Blackwood's genes are impressive. Just look at how smart and clever your son is." Vivian couldn't deny that. Jimmy had shown intelligence beyond his peers since he was little and had an extraordinar