Rusty James Novels & Stories

James's stare on him, he looked away. Those two were known for their daily squabble, never agreeing on a thing. Mr. James is a lawyer; egocentric, high sense of fashion(anything cooperate--tuxedos were his favourite),pessimistic in the manner of thinking while Mr. Jones would considered quite a perfect opposite. He is a cowboy--a retired one though.

Luckily for him, James was still breathing. “Thank goodness, he's still alive,” the Redneck grimaced and let out a deep sigh. “Bro, what are you doing? Who cares if he's dead?” jaguar fumed at the Redneck. He was yet to understand the sudden affection from a Redneck. “Stay out of this, mate. You're losing your mind,” Redneck yelled at Jaguar and pushed him on the chest. After scanning the room, Redneck found a bucket filled with water. Without hesitation, he took the bucket and emptied it on James’ body.

Jack was standing in the cold air, taking a deep puff of cigarette and trying unsuccessfully to calm himself down. Today his mind was so disturbed that he did not even talk to his parent’s picture. He was missing Grasis. He didn’t know where he was. He had sent his Men to search him. He threw the cigarette down and turned around when his eyes fell on the lawn. He remembered the condition of Ana and he felt hot. He hurried toward washroom. He was standing under the cold water with his eyes closed, trying unsuccessfully to put out the fire burning inside him. He knew that more than half of the people in the field who were who he was were ruined by her delusion in wanting a woman.

“Is James hurt?” “Asleep in the break room. Seems physically unharmed, but—” I was running before he finished speaking. Behind me, I heard Alexander’s frenzy. “Tell me everything about Romy,” he demanded from Dale. “Where has she been? Is she okay? What—” His voice faded as I ran through the station. Officers jumped out of my way as I rounded the corners, following signs to the break room. And there he was. James curled up on a worn couch, his small body covered with someone’s police jacket. Beside him sat Romy Leroy, exactly as I remembered her from magazine covers years ago—tall, ethereally beautiful, but now with something haunted in her eyes.

With the nature of his job, he had trained himself with Martial Arts and kickboxing so he could well defend himself and others. Romeo is dressed in his usual Denin Jeans with a T-shirt and leather jacket. He also has a pair of Chukka boots to match his appearance. He has a Mohawk fade haircut which gives him the usual 'bad boy' look but his face is red with the vein in the middle of his forehead throbbing, as he clenches his jaw in anger. "Who are you to stop me?" James brags. Even though deep down, he fears the man standing in front of him.

"The board, Montague! They said you were a liability! They said you were too busy chasing a nurse to lead the club! The Crimson Kings are the new law in Blackridge!" BANG. A single gunshot echoed through the courtyard. I flinched, my heart stopping, but Jax didn't move. He just gripped his rifle tighter, his eyes fixed on the door. "That wasn't Ruan’s gun," I whispered. A second later, the doors burst open. Ruan emerged, dragging a man in a red vest by the hair. He threw him into the dirt at my feet. The man was gasping, his face a mask of blood and terror. But Ruan wasn't looking at him. He was looking at the figure standing in the doorway behind him.

“I’ll help you look for her! I’ll help you find Camille! Just please don’t make me go back to working at the massage parlor. I’ll do anything else, please!” Jameson stared at her for a moment, then turned and walked away coldly. Luckily, not long after, good news came. Ryan was coming back to the country! He was one of the top doctors in the world. It was impossible for someone like him to stay abroad long-term. When Jameson heard this, he was ecstatic. If Ryan was returning, then Camille, his apprentice, might be coming back too! He would finally get to see Camille again! As he passed by a full-length window, Jameson caught his reflection and froze. Panic hit him. With the way he looked now

Unfortunately, a lot of alpha's take this as a free pass to act like entitled assholes who go around pushing everyone aside, and treating them like garbage. I'm glad I was mated to a great guy because Ricky is the total opposite of this. He seems ruthless and goes around with an angry-looking face all the time, but I know better. He's my Ricky. The protector and loving alpha to the Dark Moon wolves. And I love him.

James wasn't phased by it as he was used to seeing the side of his boss that was hidden from anyone out there. "Ma'am, killing won't be good. Jason Drew has an influential background." James states calmly, unlike Mrs. Rose. "My data says his father abandoned him and his mother, plus they went bankrupt soon after. Helpless and Pathetic." She grunts. Mr. James was a peculiar man. He was always devoted to his job and obeyed the lady on the chair. However, sometimes he did bend the rules in his own way. The agentic man was cuffed by his job, but he also felt a strong sense of guilt for ruining the youth of a girl like Gracie. He had seen her grow up in front of his eyes. Seeing her being slowly

“Double or nothing, whoever knocks me up by closing time gets the bar too!” Old man Jenkins, eighty-two, shuffles forward with his walker and a grin full of dentures. “Been savin’ this load since ’98, baby girl.” I spread my legs, wink at the crowd, and the line forms again. Rusty’s doesn’t close for three more days and somewhere in the chaos my phone, dead on the floor, still has 400+ reactions frozen on a livestream that’ll live in Riverbend legend forever. I’m not pregnant but damn if I’m not the richest whore in three counties, swimming in cash, cum, and the kind of love you can only get from a town that bets on your fertility and still buys you breakfast.