Best Jason Masks Novels & Stories

I snap back, just as the door swings fully open. The man in front steps inside, holding a cattle prod, its metal tip gleaming ominously. He moves just enough to allow another man to enter, who silently sets a jug of water down on the rickety table before turning to leave. “Wait!” I shout, my voice sharp and urgent. The men pause, glancing back. “We will negotiate. What do you want?” I ask, trying to keep my tone calm despite the tension in the air. The man at the front turns his masked face toward me. His expression is hidden, but his posture radiates control. “We want nothing,” he says, his voice distorted, processed through some kind of modulator. It’s deliberate—a calculated move to ensur

Ashley questioned, not understanding his action. "Get down, you need a makeover, " Jason muttered. " Make what ?, ….." Ashley was in utter amazement. "Yes, " Jason took out his card from his wallet. Waving it over her face he said, " This can buy you the whole world, you are eligible to use it as much as you want honey" Jason scoffed and Ashley rolled her eyes. Ashley got out of the car and they entered the boutique. That boutique was in alliance with JJ Group.

He was a little boy when he had his fair share of a dead body. It was that night his father returned home, if he were drunk, maybe he would have understood, but no, he was the monster every woman should fear. His mother, in her young beautiful age, sang as she prepared dinner. His father had just returned from gambling, work as he would call it, he kissed her neck but she only pulled away, who would blame her. Beautiful Jasmine now had two black eyes, a swollen jaw and bruised arms. Who would blame her if she no longer felt obligated to sleep with her husband? Joshua did.

A male model may or may not wear underwear, but he must have a moniker so that others will notice that he is not average. Jason was flanked by five other male models, all of whom Claude recognized despite Jason's failure to introduce them. Aaron, a robust person who specializes in fashion lines with powerful, comfortable American tones like Donna Karan's DKNY Men, is the one he knows best. He is disliked on the catwalk, just like Claude Hemsworth.

He sighed in frustration. Mason nodded in realization a drunk and angry Jason was the worst side of him anyone could see. Mason didn't wait to be landed another round before he excused himself to see a friend. Jason scoffed tiredly knowing Mason had no friend anywhere. they all pretended to like him because of his and Sean's influence.

He was smearing it on their faces. "Ohh …right... I forgot we were in the war." That was the Max they all knew. A comedian. A cheerful guy. His personality was slowly coming back. It could be he was feeling comfortable around them or finding a way to fit in. "We better run. They are too many" Jason held Sally's hand and ran forward, still wearing the mask gear. He didn't know when they would attack with the mist again. He wondered what the mist was.

Like he was seeing them clearly for the first time. “I said,” he repeated, turning to face them, “I have business to attend to.” Jason leaned back slowly, the showman mask slipping just enough to reveal the edge underneath. Arms crossed tight across his chest, he sneered, “No one’s asking you, Kia. Just sit down. Eat your food.. Play nice. Act like a damn Rossi for once... or at least pretend, for the sake of the name you’re so eager to carry.”

“I told you to wrap up all her favorites so I can get going. We’re going on a date.” “Such a cheap date. Can’t even take her to a nice restaurant.” “What if I tell you we never left her house? I’m just getting breakfast to surprise her.” “Tss!” Jason scrutinized Owen’s outfit. They had no creases, and his hair looked slicked back with hair products, and he did not look like he just rolled out of bed. He looked more like someone who wanted to impress a girl, so Jason knew he was pulling his leg. “Stop lying. Regina deserves a better man than you.” Jason added.

Then three times in quick succession. His expression changed. Only slightly. Most people wouldn't have noticed. I did. Jason looked down at the screen. And went completely still. The change lasted less than a second. Then he smiled. A perfectly polite smile. A dignified smile. A professional smile. A fake smile. My stomach tightened. I knew Jason. He wasn't the kind of person who panicked. He wasn't dramatic. He wasn't impulsive. Which meant whatever was on that screen mattered. A lot.

Neither of them smiled. Jason’s shoulders were broad and relaxed, as if the world’s weight had been tested on him and found wanting. He dressed like someone who didn’t need to shout authority—simple lines, muted color, and boots that looked like they’d walked through landscapes most men only read about. His eyes, though, had a temperature to them that made both Darius and Alice take note: bright, impatient, and old in a way that didn’t match the rest of him. Darius was the first to break the silence.