Rusty James Novels & Stories

James asks sadly. "You have us Jamie, we will love you forever" the prostitutes said flirtatiously as they caresses his shoulders and neck , James angrily push them away. "I'm James Jamie D, my brother is a billionaire and CEO of Chase bank while my parents are trilionaire investors, do I deserve to marry a prostitute?" James asks angrily in a loud tone and everyone fall silent while other people turn to him with disgust stare and confusion. "What?" James shouts his standing from the armchair but no one speak up, soon his driver rushes into the VIP section.

Just as James perceived the weakening of Ryan's spell, the old Ryan returned, his youthfulness fading away. "Alpha, he'll perish if you persist," James implored, his voice trembling. "As if I care if he lives or dies," Ragnar coldly retorted. A gust of wind swept James off his feet, sending him crashing to the ground. Despite the pain and discomfort, James summoned every ounce of his strength to utter a single name.

"Very well," James raises his hands and claps slowly but loudly. He stands at the doorway, slowly pacing towards us. Following behind him are three burly-looking men who quickly spread apart, covering the room's corners. However, his claps are not to applaud but to mock. James is devilishly a handsome man in his mid-thirties but doesn't have the aura of domineering and stunning CEOs. He has gold piercings on his ears, messy bangs that he keeps pushing to the side, and tattoos painting his entire arms. He stands tall in a pair of signature rubber shoes and bleached denim jeans, coupled with a button-up shirt that lays open down to the center of his chest. His figure better fits the definition

I’m still wheezing, trying to catch my breath, and internally panicking in response to Theo bringing up my mystery girl in front of… well, the mystery girl herself. “Yeah,” I sputter hoarsely, blinking the tears from my eyes and drawing a deep breath. “Wrong pipe.” I’m not fooling Quinn, though. She’s sitting across from me at the table, a smug little smirk tugging at her lips. “Mystery girl?” she asks, arching a brow. “Yeah,” Theo laughs, clapping me on the shoulder and giving it a rough squeeze. “Jax has been on the hunt for weeks trying to find some girl he met in Stillwater, isn’t that right, Romeo?”

Storming into theirs I kneel down out of breath “ Oh goodness are you alright dear?” grams says running over to me “ yeah I’m fine I just had to walk back here because my car wouldn’t start.” “ I wonder if you were a target.” she mumbled “ what?” “ Nothing dear, go to the kitchen and I’ll make some tea.” I do as she says, watching her make tea I couldn’t help but ask “ Have you heard of this ‘king’ rogue who’s built himself a pack back in the US?”

“Yes, you are!” “You’re crazy!” “What did you say?” James moves closer and held her hair in a fist, she cringes from the pressure too scared to reply. "Answer me!" He roars loudly that it shook the walls of the cabin. "My- my- name is- Cherry Blues." She shakily tells him. "Bluffer B-!" He punched the wall behind her making it crack. "You are Cherry Gilles you hear me, and you are mine!." James roared tearing down his cabin. Cherry watched in horror as James went wild like an animal knocking down anything he could find.

I’ll mаkе ѕurе nо one саn tоuсh me оr hurt me. The рrоmіѕе flаѕhеѕ thrоugh mу mind as I lose соnѕсіоuѕnеѕѕ. I’m not a hооkеr! I’m Cаrrіе Jаmеѕ and I’m раrt of an undеrсоvеr роlісе ѕtіng.

"Rustin can be stupid but he loves her." "Let's just keep each other posted. We can look for her separately." James started.

Nothing is impenetrable, but it is all I have left to keep sane. James’ night hustle is as a rap recording artist. Nothing mainstream yet. Mostly, he gets together with his friends to do recordings at each other’s homes. I am not into new rap music. Call me old fashioned, but I just don’t get into the newer music much anymore. He is talented though, and I like trying to be moral support for his artistry.