Theo James Young Novels & Stories

he ordered Roy firmly. "Yes, Young Master." Roy bowed his head and walked out of Deffin's workspace. Although it was already thought of, it still surprised Roy that the young master wanted to quickly Azkia so own. He walked while starting to get busy with his cell phone, instructing his men to carry out the tactics according to the plan that had been thought of. Meanwhile, Deffin in his workspace smiled broadly. "I'll get you, and I won't let you get one step away from me," he muttered.

teased David with a wide grin. James was the second youngest among them whereas Shadow was the youngest. She was reported to be in her late 20s. She was 28-year-old. The youngest lord ever. James cries. He cries for the dream that he thought he'd lost, of him and his people living happily together, of being the strong leader. He cries from the years he lost, wishing and dreaming that dissolved like smoke before he even reached his hand out. He cries because he gave up on himself and because it’s all his fault.

“Take a seat,” Zoe heard and slowly walked to the chair in front of her. She took a sit, but kept her gaze low, hoping that he would not recognize her. “So, what is your name?” “Zoey James sir,” Zoe replied, still keeping her gaze down. “And how old are you?” “I'm 19 years old, I'll be turning 20 in months.” “You've only got a high school degree, I see, how did you manage to get this job?”

I assume it’s recording his details somehow. “Age.” “26, sir.” “Pack rank and route to the Task Force?” “Alpha. I won the King’s tournament.” Wentworth gives an approving nod, then repeats it with Jameson. “Name.” “William Jameson, sir.” “Age.” “27, sir.” “Rank and route.” “Alpha, warrior, King’s tournament.” Wentworth nods again and continues down the line. “Name.” “Gavin O’Hara, sir.” “Age.”

Our attention was focused on the young man standing behind the teacher's table. I did not expect that a young man would be our Professor. I was expecting some old grumpy dude but what greeted us was an angelic person. I think he's in his mid-twenties which is very young to be a Professor. "Oh my goshhhhhh! Isn't he Professor James?" James who? "I think so too. Professor James Lennon, the youngest Professor of the academy. Graduated at the age of 18, went to magic tower at the age of 22. We are so lucky!"

Cathrine "What's your name?" "Theo—Theodore, sir." "You're Dr. Winters' latest postgrad, right?" "Yes, sir." James put a hand on the boy's shoulder, almost fatherly. "Did you understand what you were doing just now?" Theodore looked up, terror and confusion wrestling in his eyes. "I—I was trying to help Dr. Winters. She said—" James cut him off with a smile. "Good. I like loyalty. But you need to remember the chain of command." He squeezed the shoulder, then straightened.

“My bedroom is twice the size of yours. These watches are my rejects. Those clothes are not from the latest season.” [It was during this time that James exploded and smashed everything in this bedroom. Adam and Mary were both very disappointed.] [Theo did not have any bad intentions. He’s just arrogant. He specially ordered these for Finneas. He just didn’t want him to know.] [Why are you siding with the fake son? If it weren’t for him, James wouldn’t need to be an orphan for twenty years.] I buried my face in my arms and cried. Theo was anxious.

Thomas was the last to catch on, only turning around when the room fell silent. Lilian kept her hand on Hera’s arm to help her stay grounded. “Hera, I want you to meet the family. This is Amber, the youngest at ten.” Amber stood up and gave a quick curtsey. “Cian, who’s trying not to drool on his plate, is sixteen.” Cian shot his mother a cheeky look before standing and bowing. Hera felt a bit uncomfortable under the family’s scrutiny. “Myra, our oldest daughter, turned twenty-one last spring. I’m sure you two will hit it off.”

The other female uttered. My heart thudded in fast paces at the mention of that Young Master, once more. My index fingers directed toward them, as I braced myself up. “Who is the Young Master?” I asked, cringing my brows. “Young Master Liam, the heir to the James empire. You should be happy, ma’am. He took care of you the night before. Boss didn’t retire for the night because you were unwell. He didn’t rest, until you fell asleep,” The other mentioned.

They stared at Henry, then snapped their gazes back to me, looking back and forth, as if trying to process what they had just heard. "Wait, Henry... Mom?" Marcus asked, unable to stop his eyebrows from shooting up. "How does that even work? She looks younger than us!" "She's still a student!" Jace chimed in. Henry slammed the ice bucket down onto the bar table with just enough force to make a sharp clatter, a sound that made my heart leap in my chest. He crossed his arms and looked at me, a cruel, mocking smirk carving into his lips as he stared directly into my eyes.