Rusty James 소설 & 이야기

“Is there anyone who drinks like this?” Jenny raised her chin and said, “Mind your own business.” “Why are you so crude? Look at yourself. You don’t wear your shoes properly, don’t sit properly, and don’t stand properly.” James said through gritted teeth. “What does it have to do with you what I look like?” Jenny was furious. She suddenly stood up from the carpet. James subconsciously hid behind Rican. “Coward!” She pouted and said. “Who are you calling a coward?” James comes out from behind Rican.

Not even who- had trained him. Wesley Slate was known notoriously as a menace and a rogue that no one wanted to be tangled with. But Noah knew he wanted to have fun, and what better than to make two notoriously menacing rogues go at each other's throat to give a good show for the visiting alphas before they auctioned off the new rogue woman? Brandon's eyes lifted as he heard growling and the sound of metal smashing together. He hears a loud growl, and a whine as he comes toward the entrance to a corral. The center is covered in blood along with a whirl of dust that slowly diminishes.

The sounds had become her alarm clock over the few years she had been held in this perpetual hell and yet she still dreaded the moment it came. Her eyes were open long before the sound of heavy boots stomping over the wet and mildew covered floor met her ears. She had been here long enough to know who was coming to drag her out of this dark hole they kept her in. Rusty (not his real name but she called him that because his hair was the same ugly orange colour) had a limp, Yellow (yellow teeth from chain smoking) scuffed his heels along the ground but today she had the displeasure of being escorted by Hammer (because his punches felt like being hit with a hammer).

Jaymes POV It's been two months since my final year began and it has been good so far one of my friends Stacy is on my case about going to parties don't get me wrong I don't mind going to parties it's just that I don't want to go every night. If my mom was still her she would have given me hell being a black woman she prided herself in her success and family and my dad being white would have been more understanding as long as my grades were high and I was safe and to answer any unasked question yes I'm biracial.

“James wants Jasper dead so that he can start his business in Sea City. He must have been planning this for a long time.” This was a conspiracy that had existed for some time. “James hates your father. He lost a lot of business opportunities in his home country because of him, and… James is of mixed-blood. His mother is also from Sea City.” During the six months Benjamin returned to Country M, he investigated James very thoroughly. “He is one of the least favored members of the Ross family in Country M because he’s of mixed-blood. You know how xenophobic people in Country M are. The fact that James can survive ‘till now by trampling over people shows how scary of a person he is.”

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.

His eyes blazed in fury. "He never jokes." Dariel said, looking at me. "Don't scare her, man!" Jasper said, clapping the back of his hand on his chest. "My intention is never to frighten her. I wanna make her mine. Within two weeks, you'll be mine." He said, looking confident. "Russo, she's off limits." Dariel said. "And she's our sister," Jasper added immediately. "This would establish a peace treaty between our families." Russo said as he got on his feet. "Or," His smile deepened, reaching his eyes, his gaze swiped over me. "I don't give a damn about peace." Saying, he turned and left.

It was an enchanting presentation of 'food. “Oh, right! She made me lose focus!” James pointed out, making Jay slightly uncomfortable because he suddenly leaned over his desk. “Crystal Zetaruby.” Jay read the name as if he was considering it. “As beautiful as the person, right? But look… at the scar.” Jay followed James' index finger. A streak of scars, shaped like dry, red leaves, adorned the middle of his nose's bridge. “She has an eternal disease. Prurigo, sweet blood, means he probably has a lot of scars. Are you okay?"

He countered with a knee to Rocco's midsection that folded the huge man like a lawn chair. Then, incredibly, James whirled and lifted the entire dumpster off the ground with what looked like almost supernatural strength. With a primal roar of exertion, he upended the massive metal container right onto Rocco, burying him in a flood of garbage and debris. With the last of his men subdued, James turned back to where Spike was trying to drag his battered body away. He stalked over, eyes burning with merciless intensity. Spike let out a choked, gurgling laugh, blood frothing from his split lips. "Heh...always did have a...mean streak in you, Jimmy..."

Rick says as he fishes in his backpack. He pulls out a neck brace and carefully puts it in place. “This is just in case. How do you f*e; What’s your name?” James’s eyes flicker and then open. He looks half-lidded at Rick and frowns. “James…” He whispers. “James Hale.” “That’s it. And do you remember anything, James?” I’m holding my breath as I listen. I want to just throw myself at him kiss his face, but I hold steady. Any sudden movement might be the end.