James Wesley Narrative

It happened one year ago. James’s life was brought to an abrupt and cruel end. From all of the other similar circumstances in which lives were cut short, James was an entirely isolated incident. Despite what he would have preferred, James had never

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

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

He wrapped his arms around me and cuddled me closer to him. One of his hands reached up and began playing with my hair.

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.

James is certainly an intriguing character to say the least, he appears to be tranquil on the outside, but as the novel progresses, his emotions bubble up, revealing his twisted way of thinking. Throughout the first half of the novel, James is established as a vigilante, fighting for the people, because “The Palace serves money and privilege. They uphold the laws because it suits them. The rest of us have to fight to control our fates” (Blackburne, Chapter 3). This part is the facade, he promises to help those in need, but the truth is he is simply a skilled manipulator. James finds many ways to mess with people to control them, mainly focusing on things that matter most, promising Kyra a house in the city and promises her that he won’t harm her friends if she cooperates and does as asked. As the novel continues to progress, he changes, telling Kyra his real plans for her

His lips met mine. The pace increased. I could feel the tightness in my balls. Tobias was breathing heavily in my ear. I cradled his head on my shoulder. Both our body were covered in sweat to the sound of them coming together.

His eyes widened when you moaned around him, sending vibrating shocks of pleasure up his spine, all the way to his fingertips. One of his hands shot up to his

knew that James was purely a workmate and that the relationship between them was entirely

All of James' life he thought that he was just a simple man and that he would die, perfectly ordinary, in his small village. For 18 years he had lived life as it came to him, growing up in Thornwood. His life was peaceful and dull. Every day since he was young he gathered edibles and alchemy ingredients from the forest, to be sold at a small price. It was an easy job that he was good enough at, but for a long time, he had held a secret dream, to leave this place. If only he had more money, more power, he could do whatever he wanted.

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

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.

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.

Moving on top of me, he kissed me eagerly and before I could form a clear thought he was grabbing my breast, and he pulling my nipples painfully.

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