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Short Story Of James Williams

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Sylvia peered up from the essay she was writing, palm to her cheek, quill pen behind her ear, and staring vacantly out the window, pretending to admire the lake view. Instead, she was considering her options. She was rather unusual for a magician; she was more powerful than most, first off, and she only had one friend, who happened to be a werewolf by the name of James Williams. In fact, James was one of the two people still living whom she knew intimately; the other was her twin brother, Thomas. Sylvia had been isolated at an early age for reasons nearly beyond her reasoning; however, that little reasoning she possessed of it was extraordinary. She knew that, as she was more powerful than most, she had been isolated not only for her protection, but for the protection of others. She also knew that she was, in addition to all this, more beautiful than most, which was …show more content…

"You and I both know I never did anything to encourage anyone. That is entirely Harold's affair." "Ah, and when has Harold's judgement been illegitimate in your eyes?" Sylvia contradicted. James grimaced, already giving way to Sylvia's persuasion. "Never until the damage has been done," he answered, crossing the room to sit before the fire, head in hands. "Don't do that," Sylvia ordered, her emerald eyes glinting, but still with a softness about them that she reserved for no one but her brother. "You know I simply cannot resist you when you play the helpless man." "Ah, and that, Sylvia, is the point," James grinned, leaning back against a chair, although not entirely at ease. "Now that I have played my part, you must arrange matters for me. I refuse," he continued, settling into the chair now, "I refuse to budge an inch until I have your word." "You and Thomas," Sylvia said crossly, "are impossible." James grinned once more. "That is my thought exactly," he sighed in

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