Murder Drones James Novels & Stories

The list grew, human traffickers, child predators, serial offenders, police officers selling evidence, government officials arranging disappearances, judges accepting bribes. Some deserved prison, others deserved far worse. The problem remained painfully obvious. Knowing wasn't enough, someone had to act. Someone capable, someone intelligent, someone precise, a person who has the license to take life in the surgical room without being questioned. Someone who could distinguish justice from rage. My thoughts kept returning to the same woman. Dr. Karma Kuntz. ... Marcus had underestimated his daughter, everyone had. They saw a surgeon, while I saw discipline, control, precision. The ability to

Dave had finished dressing and thought he heard something move in the woods. He turned around. “Hi Dave,” James said, and swung the baseball bat as hard as he could. He cracked Dave’s skull and rendered him unconscious. James looked down at Dave and spat at him. He’d been watching Dave ever since leaving Kiran to manage the furniture removal for Adara’s resurrection ceremony. For once, Kiran hadn’t questioned him when he said he needed some time alone.

"Drake told me what happened. We came as soon as we heard. I'm so sorry for your loss. What can we do?" "Well, needless to say, we closed down the main lobby and casino for the day and the crime scene has remained untouched," Kellen said. "We were hoping you might share some insight as to the crime. We also wish to discuss other crimes in the area." Xander nodded. "Yes, of course." Then he turned to me. "This is Kalyssa Carran, our new Mate." My head snapped up, but I said nothing. "She's a veterinarian and her clinic just burned down," Xander replied. "And it was clearly arson. I suspect the crimes may be related."

Or, rather, it was a gun until he broke it into two pieces. Did he just kill someone? I don’t want to ask. I don’t want to know. “What kind of darts were those?” I whisper. “Tranquilizers?” "Worse. Let's keep moving. Stay close to my back," he says. I’m completely disoriented, but I follow him upstairs, to where the first batch of dorms are. We round a corner, and I almost run into Alec, who has stopped dead. I lurch to a stop, and my hand connects with his back.

"You heard what Lord Darius said, apologize to that beautiful lady." James nodded, shaking and bowing. "Aurora... I'm sorry" "Dang" James had just finished his sentence when one of Phelan's subordinates opened fire and broke James's head. He died in a daze, not even closing his eyes. Aurora covered her ears and bit her lip, holding back a scream. Phelan rubbed her back to reassure her, his gaze coldly looking straight ahead. "Phelan Darius, you're trying to challenge our Black Bullet mafia organization, aren't you? How dare you let your underling kill James?" The man got angry and banged the table.

Having said this, James put his hand on my stomach and said, "I am not a murderer, but just be compelled by the hands of this love." I told James with folded hands, “Please stop, you have already killed my first child, leave the second child. I am your friend James. James sadly said, "But mrunali is my love." I begged and cried in front of James but he didn't feel pity on me, he was so blind in love that he was ready to kill anyone. I just made a last effort and said “James stop it, i am carrying the red blood heir and as a beta its your responsibility to protect my child but you are failing in it.

Alen said anxiously. James snorted in exasperation and said without looking in either direction, “If they dare to harm him, I swear I will utterly destroy this damn kingdom.” Alen gulped, it was clear that this was no ordinary threat. The words James spoke were full of earnestness and anger. “Come on, split up now!” James ordered. James, still accompanied by Alen, began to search for Riley's whereabouts while dodging attacks and simultaneously carrying out attacks. After almost twenty minutes of searching, instead of finding Riley's whereabouts, James met Evan De Kruk who he saw killing one of the first class soldiers.

"I followed you from the mansion, I knew you were going to do something about the funeral shooting and I knew you were walking Into trouble. I hid in the cafe beside the bar and followed you with DARK." "What the hell is DARK? I asked. "It's one of the drones I built. That was why I could get to you in time when you got shot. And that was how I got a clear photo of the shooter." "You did what?" I exclaimed. "Yeah, I got his photo and ran him through facial recognition. He's a guy named James Nwosu, private military contractor, working for N.O.V.A." "Why the hell are you just telling me all these now, Micheal?" I asked angrily.

I just don't want to kill without any reason and because they are behind the death of Casper and Emily's parents, we should help them to get the justice they deserve. “Let's end this now. I want to go home and see Jacob. I miss our son, James,” I muttered to him. “I missed him as well, Baby. Don't worry, they are unmatched to what we have. None of them can beat us down as usual.” A smirk formed on my lips upon hearing those words from James. He suddenly pulled a gun from his coat and gave it to me. James wanted me to use it as we fight back Maximo's warriors.

“Elly, dear… The Sledge is anything but stalling. We’re watching. Calculating. Devon James will unravel without his mate, and we’ll be there when he does.” He leaned in, brushing a strand of hair away from my face with deceptive tenderness. “You told me his injections stopped working, right?” I nodded bitterly, eyes stinging. “He stopped taking them.” “Perfect,” Jim said. “Then it’s only a matter of time before the world sees him for what he is—a monster.” I swallowed the lump in my throat. “But what if they strike first? I’m sure he’s gone to wherever his pack is to find answers.”