Female Jason Voorhees Novels & Stories

Ari asked, with intrest. Hans stayed silent and that made us look at him, with suspicion. "Hans?" "1692 we will have the first female of both the Djinn and Wendigo race. She will be the only Djinn left." He whispered. "She'll become Queen because of the Fae and of Wendigos, because the Elders and the Djinn will be dead. We don't know who it is though. Just that she'll be the mate of John R. E. Brickenden."

Layla replied to her as she looked at her with pitiful eyes. "Alright that's enough, Sheila please," Jason pleaded. He was very close to Layla and he knew her character well. She wouldn't back down from fights such as this and he was also aware that she was doing it just for Fiona.

But she was his mother, the most beautiful woman in the world, and she was this slutty for HIM, so it was only terribly arousing. Looking at her elegant spine through the open back of Deborah's dress, Jason reached out and gently ran his fingertips over her smooth creamy skin. Deborah shivered in appreciation. Reaching the top of the dress, Jason undid the clasp and watched the red fabric fall away, leaving her shoulders completely bare. He drew in a sharp breath, amazed at how sexy a woman's shoulders could be; so delicate, but so strong. He could see his mother's heavy tits pressed against his lap and the middle console. Jason groaned at the sight.

He looks like a hot mess. Jason drops his bag on the floor, eyeing me. “What was that about?” he asks, his voice low, mixed with annoyance? “Nothing,” I say, rising up to my feet and shoving my phone in my pocket. “He was being friendly.” He opens his mouth to say more, but then his face changes, like he’d seen a ghost. His jaw tightens, eyes widening just a fraction, fixed on something behind me. I turn, following his gaze, and there she is, a stunning girl weaving through the exiting crowd. She is petite like me, and unlike my long wavy dark brown hair, hers is auburn hair cascading in perfect waves. She has curves that turn heads, and a pretty smile. She is heading straight for us, her ey

I grinned, pleased with his reaction. "Jason!" A female voice with a distinct Australian accent cut through the moment. Before I could react, a woman pushed past me to throw her arms around Jason's neck. "Ow," I muttered, rubbing my arm where she had shoved me. I watched as they embraced, the woman was practically climbing him. She was stunning with dark brown hair that fell in curly waves and sparkling hazel eyes. She was talk and lean but with curves in all the right places. And she looked like she had just stepped off a runway.

Her expression turned serious as she snapped, "Is that you've hurt someone who belongs to me!" She leaped forward and swiftly took them out. Jason, who had witnessed everything, was dumbfounded. Was this the same person he knew? Cedric's wife and Avery's best friend? He couldn't believe how strong this innocent-looking woman was. Although Jason had been hindered by the drugs in his system as well as his concern for Avery, it was still hard for him to believe that a girl had been able to fight off those men with such ease. Jason fixed a penetrating stare at Faye as if trying to unveil her secrets.

“You? Engaged? To a person?” Jason smirked. “Yeah, shocking. Turns out even I can be tamed.” Kevin leaned on the table, his eyes narrowed on Jason like he was trying to catch a lie. “Alright, who’s the lucky woman? Or is this one of those fake relationships in your line of work.” “Vanessa Smith, and it's not a fake relationship this time.” Kevin’s jaw actually dropped for a second. “The Vanessa Smith? CEO, scary-smart, ice-queen-in-heels Vanessa?”

Ugh, why can't she just get involved in an accident and die! ************* Three hours in this party, three goddamn hour and the only sensible thing I have done is drink my way through the night. A few time, I spotted Jason a few times. And most of those time, he was with his barbie doll model. "Wow, is she Jason Grey's wife. Ugh, she is so ugly." "How could he have married her. She must have done voodoo on him." "Yeah, I agree with you. She looks so evil."

“Take a look at her hourglass figure. She is clearly a natural stunner. I saw those videos and photos; except for the face, the body is completely out. They are not the same person.” Etan glimpsed at the freeze-frame on the screen and frowned. She was dressed too sexily, and her eyes were so penetrating, like a ball of fire that wanted to burn down the world. He pushed away Jason’s hand. “You should spend more time on something serious.” “I will after I fix this woman, bro,” Jason said. “Oh, sh*! Sh*t!” he swore all of a sudden. “She is calling me, bro! She must be at her wits’ end now and coming to beg me. Bro, I think it is going to be tonight. Don’t forget our bet, bro.”

“You do this my way. You remember now, yes—but they don’t know that. That is your weapon. Not rage.” Jason’s jaw twitched. “You pretend. You observe. You get close. Because if Beauty is who I suspect she is… she’s not working alone.” Jason exhaled slowly, his hands still shaking. “I hired Fedora to play my wife… and somewhere along the line… she became more than that.” “She never stopped loving you,” Mowe said quietly. “And she raised your girls alone while you were missing. You owe them your patience. Not recklessness.” Jason said nothing. But in his silence was fire.