James Wesley Narrative

James was a talker and if you gave him a subject to talk about he would do anything to keep talking, even make up everything. He had great discourse because he was really able to talk about something forever. Now, what he is saying may not be true but he will try to tell you everything he knows about the subject. He was also very good at writing stories. He told me that when he goes home, he writes stories on his Mom’s Ipad. Since he was great at telling stories he was pretty good at pragmatics. He could have a normal back and forth conversation. James would always answer any questions you may

Not all that hides under the shadow that casts over the truth can be brought to light while using one’s eyes; however, one who has access to their true self can snuff it out. Kira, a young lass and thief who has an incredible aptitude for climbing, can crack a

His lips met mine and slowly pushed down my clothes. I gasped as he sucked at my neck, hard enough to leave a mark.

I think I ought to turn Catholic. This is a sin. Fucking glorious. My hands gripped the sheets tighter as his mouth made his way up my chest. When he reached my mouth and I could feel his breath lightly over my lips. The feather light touch killed me. I wasn't expecting it. His touch was so gentle, I honestly felt like I was going to fly out the window if it wasn't latched shut.

His fingers delicately weaved their way into my hair as our eyes met. My body was pressed up against his with nearly no space between us. Our mouths were slightly agaped, neither of us really knowing what to say. My heart was numb, but on fire at the same time. My breathing picked up and I felt like my heart was about to jump out of my chest.

As highlighted earlier in this piece, James is and undercover agent working for the Cherub branch of the British secret service. Cherub being the youth regiment of MI6. James an extremely good at his job due to his age and skills set. The reason his age is a positive thing is that at only 13 years old no one expects him to be the undercover agent. James is also a very talented athlete and is an especially good fighter, which can help him in many situations in this dangerous work environment. One quality that James has is his ability to befriend lots of people that he meets. He is also a prolific speaker, which is vital as often finds himself talking his way out of problems that he gets himself into. These are 2 massive qualities that James uses to take down Keith Moore and his drug organization. In the story I believe that James was more ‘real’. This was most likely due to the fact James is closer to my age and I was able to visualize him in my reading more than I was for Keith. Another reason that James was the more ‘real’ for me was because due to me living in a civilized society I have not and probably will not ever witness a massive drug trade in the area where I live, like the one Keith runs. Therefore it was hard for me to picture what it would be like. In the end James does what all good heroes do and locks the bad guy away in prison, only to find there was another villains plans to ruin when he got back to base. Well I guess that's the life of a

Josuke’s skin was flushed a deep pink, chest rising and falling with every labored breath he released. One of his hands resided on your hip, occasionally grabbing at your ass when you bit on his neck - he didn’t mean to squeeze, it was just an involuntary reaction, honest. After

The interpersonal relationship in the workplace requires that at individual levels, employees should relate well and cordially with one another while pursuing organizational goals. Any form of disagreement that makes two employees take hard stances undermines this relationship. A state of conflict was evidently existent between James and Jane owing to the cab incident.

James was a very average man. He was a twenty-four year old man, and Often kept to himself. He stood at six feet and two inches, and weighed around one hundred and sixty pounds. James had brown hair, eyes as blue as the ocean, thick eyebrows, and a very clean face which he took great pride in. He lived in Medicine Hat, Alberta. Right in the heart of the suburbs, minutes away from his best friend David. James house was 1,600 square feet. It was built from bricks and was close by all of his favourite convenience stores. Though, James did love the location, his favourite part was his backyard. There you could find a basketball hoop and a hot tub. James was a massive basketball fan. Everyday when James comes home from work, he puts up at least a hundred shots, always trying to better himself.

It felt like we were standing there forever, as I felt his warm finger graze

The police believed a man by the name of James was committing a string of crimes throughout the city related to theft, murder, kidnapping, and the like. Of course, this wasn’t entirely false. There was a man named James kidnapping and thieving throughout this city. Many refrained from conversing about him. It’s rumored his presence haunts the streets both day and night. Though, I never had time to believe such myths.

He reached up from your thighs to your tits, twisting your nipples and sliding his hands onto your waist and just feeling. His eyes are closed, drinking you dry, and moved in sync with you when you grinded down on to his face and tugged at his hair. You felt the heat building up in your stomach, you pulled on

Licking dry lips, I swallowed some lump in my throat, as my heart my hammered about to explode inside my chest. His breath flowed down my neck like liquefied heat, under my blouse, through my bra lace, as my hard nipples ached for his touch.

He moved my hair out of my face. His breath tickled on my neck. I took a deep breath. He got up. His back was toward me.

A small series of moans and gasps were echoing out of our mouths, and soon it was starting to become a lot stronger than we ever thought possible. Soon, I started to feel him pull away, letting his lips run down my neck and his hands caress my body softly.