Rusty James Novels & Stories

James actually waited for the cloud to become darkened before he did this knowing fully well that the sun was an enemy of his. "Hey Dude i didn't mean to kidnap you, all i need is you record my final speech live to your station." James said and he nodded. The press man rose up and clicked his camera acting raising it at James. "My name is James Smith, yeah you all know me and i don't need to introduce myself as the cops would be here soon, just wanna apologize for being a villain In this city all this while, yeah that night at the field those things that attacked, they turned me into something else, something that can only survive by drinking blood...." James said and sniffed in tears.

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.

Chapter - 2 | waffles worth more than gold __________ Beryl A violent man with a volatile mind, I must give it to Jeramy to find such a man. With jet black hair and metallic grey eyes, he has to be the most handsome man I've ever seen. Also the ugliest. A shudder run through me when my bare feet met the cold marble of the floor. The son of a bitch left me here, tied. I fought through the ropes only for them to dig harder into my flesh.

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.

James said to me, and at the same time, I drove into the lonely street that leads to my mansion. "I'm not a violent person, James, so it's no surprise that I can't fight and I can't even kill a fly, but at least I know how to run very fast if I'm attacked and I can't fight back," I said to James, who immediately burst into a round of laughter.

"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