Unspeakable James Novels & Stories

she panicked, "I'm so... I'll come back later." She sprinted out of the room in pure embarrassment. David turned to look at James with a frown. James raised his hands in defeat above his head, "I didn't see nothing." "Get the fuck out of here, you never come to visit me, why now of all days?" James chuckled, "come on, that's only because you never take me up on my offer of coming to see you." "But man this is serious," James changed his mood, "what I was talking about earlier, what do we if someone finds out?"

"I don't know. I've only heard that sound one time before—" "It sounds like a dying wolf," James cut me off. "When I got my wolf, I made the same exact sound..." Goosebumps prickled my skin, and a shiver coursed through me. "You don't think that's Shana, do you?" James shrugged, biting the corner of his bottom lip. "Dude, I'd rather it be her than some freaky ghost. And why is it so dark in here?" I rolled my eyes at him, not surprised that he was still trying to crack jokes at such a serious moment.

Katniss: “Stop it! Please, stop it!” I screamed hearing my voice crack, pleading with them to release James to us . “James, no!” I could only scream in an effort and with a lifted head, and for a second he looked at me. He was overwhelmed by a blend of pain and apologies before they shut until he fell into unconsciousness. “Enough!” His father ordered then pointedly; an order laced with resentment. But the blows kept coming. Over and over, they attacked him again and again, savagely.

I mumbled to him, but he never turned around. James continued drinking his liquor without talking to me. He looked fine earlier, but after we entered our room, he started to change. He's difficult to talk to, and I know it's because of his father. James is devastated because he's about to lose his dad, yet he can't do anything to save him. I even tried to use my vision to see what could be the future of Alpha Sebastian, but it never showed me anything. My vision is not helpful to me right now.

He certainly didn't know what games they were playing. "Guys, what was that all about?" James asked them as he got to the river. Ziegler ignored him as he folded the edges of his trousers. Fortunately, the river was shallow and they could walk through it. "Isn't the Alpha supposed to protect and defend his pack? Why race out like a chicken?" James croaked while making chicken sounds. That did get to Ziegler, he pushed past Tasha and stopped before James. "Say that again?" "Guys?" Tasha swerved to catch the two guys behind her facing each other while she was a quarter halfway through the river.

"Like something is flowing inside you." James flinched slightly. He turned to It with eyes full of terror. "You know... you know something, don't you?" James asked, panting. "There are many things in this world we can't explain," Uncle Daeng interjected, his voice flat. He looked at James with a compassionate expression, as if he knew what James was facing.

Even now, they were still deceived by his mask of false sincerity. "If only I hadn't stayed late at the office that day," James choked, tears streaming down his face as he slapped himself repeatedly, his regret on full display. My parents sighed, about to offer him words of comfort, when a shrill voice shattered the solemn air. "James! You bastard!" All heads turned toward the source. Helena came stumbling forward, her movements wild, her eyes filled with venom as they locked onto the photograph on the gravestone. "Our child is dead, and here you are mourning this washed-up hag!"

They tackled him to the ground, pinning him as Nixon and Canon tore into his body—fur and skin flying in all directions. I watched in silent horror as the life drained from his eyes. His heart stopped beating. His spirit—so dark, so corrupted—began to rise from his body, shimmering with a strange, unnatural light. I looked at Angora, desperately searching her face for confirmation—hoping she saw what I saw. She nodded, her expression grim, confirming my suspicions. His spirit shimmered, then vanished into nothingness, leaving only the cold silence behind. Emory and Liam shifted back to their human forms, breathing heavily. We made our way back to the pack house, exhausted, silent. We showere

If you leave without causing a scene, I might even let you keep him, for your precious "father-son bond." I could not believe the nerve of this guy. Yvette had pinned a giant scarlet letter on me and still expected me to play the parent. I took another leisurely sip of my coffee, just watching Patrick's little show. He rambled on, and when I did not immediately bite, he got antsy. "What's your deal? Your wife steps out on you, and you're not even shocked?" "I'm giving you an out here, and you're not even reacting."