Book Mason Novels & Stories

The cat was happy, Mason walked back over to his seat and resumed his position, picking up his e-reader and picking up the story where he left off. He kept reading until his eyes got gritty and then he dragged himself to bed, reading some more until he was falling asleep. He put the book down and closed his eyes, but the images from the book played behind his eyelids like a movie. The book was fucking great and was sure to be a bestseller and she was leaving that decision up to him.

Mason sat on the bed, flipping his textbooks and actually having a bookmark on one of the pages. “You’re really organized, huh,” I said, shifting from my seat and pulled my legs up on the bed. “So anyway, where should we start?” I grabbed one of the textbooks and flipped through the pages. He suddenly closed the textbook he was holding and stretched his legs out, laying the side of his body on the mattress, his palm catching his head as his elbow was bent for support. He was laying on his side behind me and he was looking up while I stared down at him.

In an instant, bright light filled the entire study. Mason leaned against the black leather sofa, with black hair, a black shirt, and black trousers. He almost blended with the sofa. He held a half-burnt cigarette in his right hand, not smoking it, his gaze fixed on the snow-white wall. He remained motionless, resembling a statue. "Cousin," Elaine called again, "It's my fault for worrying you." Mason didn't lift his gaze, but took a drag from his cigarette, exhaling a cloud of smoke that blurred his sharply defined handsome face. There was a hint of complexity in his slightly narrowed eyes.

Mason said, “I’m afraid my books won’t interest you much, but you’re welcome to browse.” “That would be nice, thanks Mason.” Christine breathed a sigh of relief when Mason went to the kitchen. She grabbed a random book from the shelf and headed to where he was. He didn’t appear to have been asleep because his hair wasn’t even messy, Christine noted. She had to tread carefully. Rather wait for him to go back to work before she started snooping. She smiled sheepishly back at him and took the proffered mug of hot chocolate. “Smells divine,” she said, taking a cautious sip. It was hot but it was delicious.

By some miracle, Brian had forgotten to check behind it and had been wondering from one point to another. He appeared in a flash and pushed the bookshelf away, taking our only cover. Mason immediately stood in front of me and shielded me from any potential danger. Brian's eyes glowed with a shiny red glint as he barred his fangs ready to sink them in some flesh. His nails elongated as they flushed at the two of us as if they wanted to. Leave a mark. Mason protected me from all his vicious attacks. He ended up with a few scratches which he got before he shifted into his wolf form.

"Maybe we should call someone, security or..." "No." Caspian held up a hand, while still staring at me. He didn’t look afraid, he looked unsettled, and that was something. I reached into my bag and pulled out the magazine, unfolding the page I had bookmarked. "This," I said, "is your face but it’s not your life. You disappeared a year ago, everyone thought you were gone, dead, missing but you are here. You just don’t remember, I don’t know what happened to you, but I swear to you, you are him. You are my Mason."

I blink, realizing I’m looking at Mason as a boy. Fascinated, I trace the faces of the Alphas who came before him. I flip to the front and find a portrait of a woman with hair like midnight, her hands cradling a prominent pregnancy. This had to be Mason’s mother. I search her features for a glimpse of the man upstairs, but find nothing. Mason’s lethal edges—like Julian’s—must have been forged entirely in his father’s image. I set that aside and pick up a thinner, silver-embossed book. My breath hitches when I realize it’s the record of Mason’s first union.

Awful state,” bisbisbishop between his teeth, reflecting on what it meant to Jay and Sasha in the wake of having their startling memories. “All things considered, it wasn't out of the ordinary,” says Mason, to which I shrug a bit. In any case, isn't it expected that you were done flipping through that book the night before? He asks moving, pointing Angeldo with his pointer to my lap. I stifle a murmur when I see the book sprawled across my thighs with a blue sheet embedded between the pages as a bookmark. “I'm taking as long as I need to, basically, I react, not having the guts to concede that flipping through a lonely passage gives me a terrible headache.

*** Walking into Mason's home office this evening wasn't part of my plan for today, but after the professor's announcement of a book quiz feew days from now, I can't help but find something good to read in his library. Ash and Martha told me that the professor likes to throw questions we can hardly find the answers in our course book – that's not fair. And we couldn't find something better in the school's library, we got there late. Maybe Mason could lend me some books on this topic, since he used to be a successful business man himself. I knock on the door, and his voice echoes, “Come in.” He's sitting behind a desk. He's still working but not in his uniform, instead he's wearing a simple b

“Makai’s waiting for us” “Who’s Makai, and why is he waiting for us?” My voice followed, with my form soon pulling off the bed, proceeding into the shower room. It was much warm in here, with hot water, flowing through, the instant my hands hit the tap. My body sunk into the tub in a second, steam filling the area, while my skin familiarized myself with the calming water. “Joe’s the Ferry guy” I heard Cameron call out from the room. His utterance got me sitting up in the tub, eyes snapping to the doorway, where he had now made his entrance.