روايات وقصص ضمن James Kent Downton Abbey

"Somewhere along the way, I started to care about your success for your sake, not just as a weapon against the Caldwells." "That's why I don't mind the godmother headlines," James said. "Because whatever your initial reasons, what you've given me is real." Before Mona could respond, the terrace door opened again. Alexander stood there, his tall figure silhouetted against the bright ballroom behind him. "Your grandmother is looking for you, James. She wants to make the final toast of the evening." "Of course." James straightened his jacket. "Duty calls." He hesitated, then quickly embraced Mona. "Thank you. For everything." Then he was gone, hurrying back to his responsibilities as the Bennet

Lena walked downstairs, cracked her throat before stepping closer, “I'm done with the files sir.” “Alright!” he replied Coldly “ I would…like to go home.” “ Okay, you can leave” he sat up, still focused on his phone. Lena turned to the Butler Jeeves who stood by the door mopping the floor, “ where is James Mr Jeeves” “James?” “ Yes, the driver” “ Oh, he isn't back yet” “He Isn’t back yet?” Lena asked, shocked by the reply. “ He dropped us here hours ago. How did he…

Then at Alexander on the phone beside her. Then at James. James Knight sat down on the bottom step of his own staircase. Slowly. Like his legs had made a decision his pride had been overruling for twelve years and had simply stopped asking permission. He sat there with his hands on his knees looking at the floor of his own entrance hall. He looked, for the first time since Elena had known of his existence, like an old man. --- The front door opened for the second time. Two men in dark jackets entered the residence.

It was as if he'd just seen a ghost. 'What is wrong with him?' Amelia thought. This was the first time she was meeting the butler but she didn't expect this kind of reaction from him. Even though Katherine was the Duchess and the wife of the Duke, James knew Lady Caroline wouldn't be happy to see Katherine sitting there so he proceeded to make her move to another seat. "Your grace, it would be best for you if you sit elsewhere. Perhaps here," he approached the table to pull out another chair. Amelia looked at the butler and at the seat he was holding out for her. "I prefer the one I'm sitting on."

she began, extending her hand formally, her nervousness showing in her voice. "David, please. Or Grandfather, if you're comfortable with that." He ignored her outstretched hand and instead pulled her into a gentle embrace. "You look so much like Eleanor," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. When he released her, Ava saw moisture in his eyes. He composed himself quickly, gesturing to the people waiting on the steps. "Allow me to introduce some of the household staff. This is Mrs.James, our housekeeper." A plump woman with kind eyes stepped forward and curtsied slightly.

“I can’t wait to see you. It’ll be six more months but I’m already in love with you.” “I’m sure that if your dad knows about you, he’ll be in love with you as well,” she added. She continued staring at the picture when she heard a knock on her door. “What is it?” She asked as she opened the door and saw James at the doorway. “A Vincent Lowe is downstairs, Madam,” James said calmly. He then cleared his throat and breathed in for a while. “He’s accompanied by Mr. Kincaid.” “He’s requesting to see you.”

And under it all, the distant sound of boots descending the basement stairs, going down to where Gale should be waiting in his chains. James paces slowly around the kitchen, examining everything with exaggerated interest. The dirty dishes. The jazz still playing softly from the portable speaker. The cot visible through the bedroom doorway, sheets tangled and clearly slept in by two people. His lip curls again when he looks at me. “Quite the domestic arrangement you have here,” he observes. “Playing house with your little omega while the world burns around you.”

she asked curtly as James approached her. “He’s at work, Mrs. Ashford,” James replied with a polite nod. “He should be back soon.” There was a small hint of satisfaction in James’s tone as he addressed her. He had long wondered if his boss would ever settle down. For years, they’d speculated whether Sebastian had any interest in women at all, until Kaira entered the picture. “Alright, Butler James,” she replied with a bored expression as she say on the couch, nodding slightly as she surveyed her surroundings.

Walter was stunned to see Dawson kneeling on the ground. The person standing in front of them was the son-in-law of the Callahans and Thea’s husband—James. Why was Dawson kneeling to him? Walter stood up, still puzzled by the situation. However, his knee was injured, and he fell back to the ground as soon as he stood up. James glanced at Dawson, who was kneeling on the ground, and said indifferently, “Are you going to stop me from razing down this place?” “N-No…”

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