Unhinged Onley James Novels & Stories

Her blonde hair was curled from the edges while the tight and short skirt hugged her ass like it's life is dependent on it. I almost rolled my eyes at her, however, I stopped when I saw the man standing behind. I didn't notice him until he cleared his throat. ''Mom, who- why is here?'' I cautiously asked. My judging eyes never leave him. Well, he looked like in his mid 40's. Tall, muscular, prominent jawline and high nose bridge while the black suit he was wearing, it made him look majestic. He looked intimidating and dominating. He is Vincent Jones, the most powerful man in our town and the Dad of... Xavier Jones. Now, I know where Xavier got his genes from. He is the man because of which m

The human in me detested it so much that I felt like crushing that dangerous feeling of want, but too bad that those feelings were too small and was not meant to be, his absence crushed it away, and I am so glad— right? It is all for the better. Better an abandoned wife than a chopped off bone. I heard wolves were not so nice when attacking their prey. After dressing up, I instructed Ophelia to get me drawing supplies. After my futile wait, I had decided moments ago to make my first move since I arrived. I ignored her quizzical look and I didn’t bother to look at the two other girls. I’ll tell you what I think, honestly: I have weighed the pros and cons and I have come to a conclusion; to fo

Alpha Ethan was a man in his late thirties, standing at about 5’7, and his appearance was unusual, yet impossible to ignore. Ethan was dressed in red leather pants that clung tightly to his legs, paired with a plain white T-shirt and a matching red leather jacket thrown over it. His ginger-colored hair was tied into a messy man bun at the back of his head, making him seem so odd and at the same time giving him a weird, careless but striking look. Also, a tattoo of a naked woman was on his neck, adding to the dangerous aura he carried.

Though he’s only three years older than me, my uncle has never attended any of the underground events the rest of the underage wolves use to train. James has always been the angel to my devil, looking down on any kind of illicit activity and making it known how deeply he disapproves of my hobbies. A sudden sense of foreboding assails me. I have a very bad feeling about James joining the fray, particularly since he hid his intentions and qualified after the public trials. With everything that’s happened over the last few days, winning the Pack Games would go a long way to convincing my father to make James his heir instead of me.

"After what happened to her mother and sister... James nearly destroyed us all. I've protected her, hidden her truth. If you're serious, you need to understand the risks. That uncle of hers—he's out there, scheming. One wrong move, and he could come for her. I don't care about my life, but I can't risk my daughter's life. I won't let that bastard kill my only daughter." Dad placed a hand on Hang's shoulder, a silent show of solidarity. "My own brother... He killed my wife, Clara's twin sister," Hang continued, his voice cracking for the first time. He took another deep swig, the mug trembling slightly in his grip. His eyes glistened, not from the drink, but from the pain bubbling up. "You bo

LUNA Hana gave me bangs while I was still fussing over the fact that Alessandro had apparently been the one to suggest she buy me clothes. The same Alessandro who had pretended to be irritated the moment she showed up. That man was confusing as fuck. “Something big is happening,” Hana whispered. The scissors stopped for a second. Just like that, all the fun disappeared. Reality came crashing back. “Bash and Sandro are planning to send us away. Not that I’m leaving Bash alone when a war is coming, but…”

James Oliver : He is a 29years businessman. He is the heir to oliver groups . He is a player but his heart beat only for one person. Years ago he did a big mistake by letting go the only girl he ever loved and now he wants to get her back at any cost. He is one of most eligible bachelor of New York. Lance Hamilton:

James laughed with little surprise on his face at the news. James was Beta Adam's and beta Caseys son he grew up with us in the Palace he and Eoin were inseparable just as our fathers had been, and one day, James would be Eoin's Beta. James had gone to his Uncle Alpha Harris Shine's pack to help with a massive rogue issue for a couple of months after his uncle Beta had been injured, and the beta's son there was only fourteen. My father and Adam had mused over who to send to help, but in the end, they felt it was a good learning experience for James, and being a royal Beta, he was strong enough. It was great to have him back. I had missed him.

“James, I don’t think that’s a good idea. With everything that’s been going on—” “Yeah, I know,” he said. “I know. It’s fucked! Totally and completely fucked! People are fucking dead and I want to go out and throw fake body parts around and make fucking jokes about Torso and I Dismember Mama. But I love this stuff! My whole fucking life has been leading up to this. It’s my chance, you know? To not be a freak anymore.” “James . . . ”

"That’s his currency. Look at the note. Peekaboo. We see you. It’s childish. He’s taunting me. He wants to be the man who took down Dominik Grimaldi. He wants the fame." I pace the small room, leaving droplets of blood on the floor. "He’s not hiding in a fortress," I say. "He’s hiding in plain sight. Jonas Young... did he have any property left?" "None. Sold it all." "What about the adoption agency? Did he have siblings?" "No. Only child." I stop pacing to stare at the wall of tools. "He’s erratic," I say. "Impulsive. Emotionally reactive. He sends a hit squad to a school because he’s mad I blocked his move against the Greeks. He sends a drone because he wants to scare me by threatening my w