Unspeakable James Novels & Stories

Trip asked as he went down to one knee so he was eye-level with James. “To you, I’m Grim, blood of Wrath,” James said. Jenna gasped audibly but Jake grinned proudly. Trip was smiling down at him. “Grim’s a good road name. How did you get it?” “I killed the man that killed my mother,” James said solemnly, his little face expressing the seriousness of his words. “Fuck,” Trip whispered and got to his feet. “You want a beer?” Jake asked him, heading to the fridge. “Yeah, thanks.” He rounded the table and wrapped his arms around Jenna, kissing her cheek and whispering something in her ear.

But nothing could resist James's murderous instincts. No one knows that after the torture and murder he did to Marissa, James almost committed suicide. He couldn't bear to hear Marissa's moans of pain until she was bleeding and hanging to death. Now the nightmare returns when Lordes admits that the girl is her niece.

When James didn’t reply to me like he was supposed to, I shoved at his shoulder and he ended up stumbling backwards a little. “I won’t kill them, alright? Now you’re Just making me sound like a psycho who had mad anger issues and doesn’t know how to control his own rage, that’s exactly how you’re making me sound.” James spat out and I stared up into the sky before letting an expatsted sigh slip out my parted lips.

The cacophony of voices and camera flashes only added to the drama. Seraphina, Mace's niece, couldn't resist the allure of the moment. She pulled out her phone and began recording the spectacle. Her young, rebellious spirit found humor in the situation, and she couldn't resist adding her own snarky commentary, clearly targeted at her uncle. "Uncle Mace, this is some top-notch entertainment," Seraphina quipped as she captured the destruction of the Jeep on her phone. "You should consider charging admission for this show." The crowd of onlookers watched with a mix of shock and amusement, unsure of what to make of the fiery woman taking her anger out on a billionaire's car. It was a surreal and

Jim says then gets up out of his chair and we head to the police station together. “Hello, how can I help you gentlemen this afternoon?” A young officer at the front desk asks us as we walk in. “Hello, my name is Jim Savage and this young man is Kai Kahala and we want to report a wanted man. He’s wanted for the kidnapping of my daughter Stella Savage and the murder of his neighbor back in Washington. Before the police arrived, he escaped from Washington and is now in Hawaii. He has sent Kai texts, and he even showed up at Kai’s school today in disguise as a teacher.”

“I know you James. I know your favorite color is blue. I know your favorite music is Hip-hop. I know your favorite rapper is Macklemore. I know you used to write poetry but you stopped when you got to college. I know the first girlfriend you had when you were 16. I know why you left school the first time. I know it was because of the addiction to paraphernalia that you had. I know a lot about you better than you think.” I look to my side and I see tears start to roll down his face. “Why didn’t you talk when you could?” “I tried but your mother didn’t let me. I used to come home everyday but she wouldn’t let me in.” “You broke her, Dad. That’s why she didn’t let you in. You were not the man s

Alpha Dominic said in low tone “I can't hear you well, please, increase your tone. They sound too vague in my hearing. Can you speak louder?” “I know you heard me well. You just want me to repeat myself which I will not be doing. If you can't hear me properly, you can rest on that. I have something else for you. This will be very surprising but I did it and you can take it as a token of love.” “So far you didn't kill anyone, I'm sure I will accept it,” James said joyously. “Wait!” He exclaimed like he had remembered something. “You can really be unpredictable when it comes to stuff like this. I can't be so sure it is a good gift,”

“No. I’m sorry Kris. This is all true… and she still hasn’t woken up.” ***

His voice was disturbingly calm, more frightening than any outburst of rage. “I warned you not to touch her. I gave you a chance.” “So what?!” Zinnia’s eyes were filled with twisted hatred. “She’s a cheap whore who stole you from me! She ruined my life! If I can’t have you, no one else can! I wanted to destroy her! James, if you’ve got the guts, kill me right now! Just like you did back then when you killed everyone who stood in your way! Come on! Do it!” James closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes again, they exhibited a cold, unfeeling sense of resolve.

I’m afraid that saying them out loud would break the only connection we have left. ​I guess this is what they call it. This is the quiet, heavy reality of UNSPOKEN LOVE.