Best Jason Masks Novels & Stories

He threatened me. "Jason?" "Gerald, it's me daring you now." His eyes were bloodshot. I turned to my boys and they nodded at me. I began by pulling off my mask. Jason* I watched as he began to take off his armour coats and boots. First was his mask, he was just as bearded as always, just like I imagined his face would be. It was as though his power existed in those beards because he would never shave his beards, they were all curled up and unkempt.

After that, the woman tries to help take off the other person's face mask the man is wearing. "Olivia shouldn't need to have the idea to make a mask like this. We should just turn off the CCTV and kill the woman," Patricia said now with difficulty to remove the remaining mask that was still stuck to Jason's face. After succeeding, the woman immediately threw the artificial mask into the barrel. And Jason threw himself the contact lenses he had managed to put on into the barrel.

Midnight stated coldly while his eyes were full of boredom. "Now, now that's not how you greet your cousin Night," Dr. Zithea stated with a mischievous grin and provoking Midnight. "You annoying brat, stop talking. You still owe me something," Midnight said with a glare. "Yea, yea, I'll replace your console. Sheesh, you're rich; you don't need me to be doing that," Dr. Zithea said, then rolled her eyes as a sign of annoyance.

He had made space for my clothes, he's so sweet. I put lotion all over my body except my face knowing I was going to have to do some heavy damage on it considering the eye bags that were under my eyes. Now Jason? He looked perfectly normal, he didn't even show a sign of exhaustion, in fact, he looked energised and he wouldn't stop grinning like a fool. I watched him as he got dressed in his navy blue suit which brought out the seriousness in him and I was ready to forget all about my exhaustion and bend over for him.

Jason asked his eyes blaring for my affection. I watched Jason and scratched my hair in confusion. Jason has always been here for me in school. He always protected me from my bullies. It would be bad for me to turn down his request. "Can't you just give me some time to think about it?" I asked in a whisper. "Alright, I would like to invite you to a mask party today by 6 PM. I would be there, and I would be waiting for you at Love Garden Center." He waggled his tongue and continued:

Martinez tried to fight back, but he was quickly overwhelmed. "Let him go!" Jason shouted. "I'll come with you! Just don't hurt him!" One of the attackers, a man wearing a black mask, stepped forward. "You're in no position to make demands." Jason felt something sharp prick his neck. A sedative injection. His vision started to blur immediately. "What do you want with me?" Jason asked weakly as the drug took effect. "You need to rest, going master," the masked man replied. Jason's legs gave out, and he collapsed. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was Martinez being dragged away by several attackers.

And with that, he hangs up. The night of the gala arrives too quickly. I'm dressed in a stunning, form-fitting black gown that shimmers with every movement and a delicate gold mask concealing the upper half of my face. Jason gets out of the car first, looking devastatingly handsome in a classic black tuxedo. He extends his hand to me, and I take it. I hate that a simple gesture and the warmth of his palm against mine sends a jolt of heat through my lower abdomen, making me feel hazy and off-balance.

"The 'Caramel Girl' is actually just the little sister who pretends to be too shy to look me in the eye at breakfast." I tried to speak, but my voice was a pathetic whimper. "Jason... how... how long have you known?" He stepped closer, the scent of his cologne... woody and masculine, filling my senses. He stopped just inches from me, his presence overwhelming. He reached out, his large hand gripping my chin, forcing me to look up at him. His thumb brushed against the edge of my mask.

Then, she frowned and said, “It’s best if you don’t go. Apologize to Astel. You scared him.” Astel Landau, who was standing nearby, said insincerely, “It’s okay, Ms. Laf. I just gave Mr. Haden the sunscreen mask out of kindness because he’s as tanned as a laborer. Since Mr. Haden doesn’t appreciate it, I’ll just stop from now on.” As he spoke, his voice was tinged with pity. Ilma was heartbroken. “Some people just don’t know how good they have it. Don’t pay him any mind!”

Pockmark Mask now. ***