Ally Mason Novels & Stories

"Let's go and see everybody." "How do I look?" Matt asked him worriedly. "Is my hair okay?" "You look gorgeous babe," Mason replied in a mocking tone. Matt laughed and pinched his brother's shoulder as they stepped off of the path and onto the grass. Mason just nodded at the different people Matt was calling out greetings to along the way - he'd always been the more social of the two. They both liked it that way. Mason didn't see the point in talking if he didn't have to. Some people definitely found it rude but he didn't really care. He was here to prepare for his role as Alpha, not to make friends - making connections that could later be alliances were more his speed.

Xander, who was glued to his phone, mumbled, “Are you guys planning to teach him how to dance or something?” “Cold punk,” Weston snorted and Xander shit a glare at him. “Look, Ella’s just a free-spirited bitch, and Dexter is just trying to—” “Stop,” Dexter cut in, silencing JSethho. Mason quickly cut in. "It’s not about what happened. My mom’s sick, and I just need to spend time with her, that’s all,” Mason explained. “Professor Ste-phen Draven…” Dexter’s voice cut through the conversation. “You know him?”

I got a notification and checked my phone. Mason: Sup lil M, just arrived, I'm early for a start. Didn't see you by your locker, hope to see you at lunch, wishing you good luck on your first day of school. P.S I know you love this hellhole but you won't admit it. I couldn't. Last

--- Downstairs, Mason sat casually in the living room, twirling a glass of brandy between his fingers as Ryan entered the room. Ryan’s eyes narrowed at the sight of him. “You’re still here?” Ryan said coolly. Mason chuckled. “Don’t sound so thrilled, cousin. I thought I’d spend a few days here. Catch up... Enjoy the charming company,” he said, flashing a grin. Ryan didn’t return it. “I’m not in the mood for games, Mason,” Ryan said bluntly. Mason’s grin widened. “Oh, this isn’t a game. Far from it,” he said smoothly.

Throwing him the middle finger over my shoulder, I walk to the very man who hits all the damn buttons of my self-control and nerves. The Light is dimmed In here. The room reeked of alcohol, weed, and sex. Mason is a dick. But he's an even bigger dick when he's intoxicated. Today is just not the day to deal with this kind of shit. There are empty bottles of different kinds of wine. Expensive shit, too.

It was nice. "So this is going to sound completely random." Mason said it through a laugh, swirling the last of his wine. Some story clearly building behind the amusement on his face. "But you know how a couple weeks back I mentioned my cousin dragged me to that underground fight thing? Out past the industrial district?" "You mentioned it, yeah." I remembered vaguely, some story about his cousin's obsession with a fighting circuit that Mason had found more ridiculous than interesting.

Mason asked as we walked back home funny enough he lived in the same apartment complex as me and due to experience it took me a while to finally accept that not all people are evil, especially when you have a short experience of someone like Sylvester. Funny enough how I didn't hear from him again. “Well it was fun, I had friends and families, I had a job and I pretty much had my life together!*. Liess!!!!!! “I have only been to Chicago once and that was it, I went to my grandma's funeral last year!” Masin explained. Mason was a tall chocolate skinned man. He had a beautiful set of brown eyes and his hair was very much curly. His skin looked so flawless that it looked like hot chocolate.

If Mason really could not afford to wait around, why would he be in a mood for pizza here? "I'll give you an answer, then. No. I won't go." Mason smiled cruelly and scoffed. "Do you think I won't touch you in public? Or did you think I'm just bluffing because you're a doctor and have powerful connections? "Well, you're wrong. I'm Mason Jacobs, a prodigy of the Eight Great Martial Families. I can crush you effortlessly in every way, so I suggest you wise up." Getting no response as Felix walked away, Mason cracked his neck. "You're the first to dare ignore me ever since I became famous. After midnight, you won't even get a chance to regret your words."

Me. “You coming?” He shoots his head back inside. I nod and step out of his pickup and follow him into Mason’s breakfast bar. It’s a quirky joint, all brick and wood on the outside with a large timber door. The sign is black slate with white paint on it in large capital letters, MASON’S BREAKFAST BAR. Old man Mason has owned the joint for longer than my daddy has been alive. Rumor has it that old man Mason is in his eighties. Well you wouldn’t think it to look at him.

“You’re good at human relations, brat. Why don’t you bring your rich girlfriend over for us to meet someday? We’ve never met a wealthy girl before.” The group’s yellow teeth were exposed in grins as they kicked around empty mineral water bottles and leftover bags of chips. Mason merely smiled. As he stepped out the door, his expression darkened. Just then, Laura called him. He gazed into the distance, answering in a gentler tone. “Laura.”