Jake Mason Pjo Novels & Stories

I lift her in my arms in bridal style and looking at Jack and Nico I ask them. “Can you finish him? I suppose that it will hurt more to know that he was so unimportant that I didn’t even take my time to kill him.” and I see Zoey smiling at me. “I thought that you would never ask me.” Jack says and gives Mason a smirk, while he is elongating his claws. “You are mine, scumbag!” he tells him. “Give me a piece of him too!” Nico tells Jack slapping his shoulder. I cuddle Zoey at my chest trying to hide what is happening behind me, because I know that the boys will make a huge mess here. There is no need for her to have a memory of Mason’s death. It’s too much already that she assisted this.

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."

You see, Jake, I know something you don’t know, something that is going to kill you. Yeah, Li and what is that, huh? Not what? My male, but whom? Ok then, whom are you referring to, my female? You sure you ready for this Jake? Enough just fucking say what you gotta say. I need to finish what I intend to do with this bat and get back home to my Luna. “Mason.” “And who is this Mason?” That you seem to think I should be worried about Liza? Do your worst to me, my male, because I’m never going to tell you, but you’ll find out soon.

He entered, holding a sleek tablet in one hand and a folder in the other. “Ms. Rodriguez?” he inquired, his voice firm yet courteous. “Yes?” she responded, setting her pen aside and giving him her undivided attention. “I’m Mason Parker,” he introduced himself, flashing a small smile. “Jake’s assistant. I thought it was time we introduced ourselves.” Amelia scrutinized him for a moment, evaluating his composed demeanor. “Pleasure to meet you, Mason. How can I assist you?” Mason stepped forward and placed the tablet on her desk. “Actually, I’m here to assist you. Jake thought you might appreciate some extra support.”

I said as I pretended to think. “I am!” Mason spoke up. “That's why I look more mature and I am taller than my younger brother, Jace.” He added as he stood up on his toes. “We look exactly the same and we have the same height, stupid! Standing on your toes doesn't really make you taller.” Jason said as he face-palmed himself. "Your stupid actions prove that I am more mature and hence the elder one!” Jason added with a smug smile. I chuckled as I heard Xander groan in frustration.

” Josh ~”For the last time, where is Mason? Mason ~”I am here.” Josh ~”Where were you?” Mason ~”Out.” Josh ~”Where is out?” Mason ~”It's personal.” Josh ~”You on my time, there is no such thing as personal.” Mason ~”I popped in to see a friend.” Josh ~”More like popped in her didn’t you?” Mason ~”No.” Josh ~”Stop fucking lying to me!” Mason ~”Yes I fucked her.”

Then, softer, almost hesitant: "So... I overheard you talking to Valentina earlier on the phone. Something about kids not being kids and mothers not being mothers. Did I miss a chapter in the ongoing saga of your crazy life?" Before I could answer, before I could explain that Matoe might definitely not be Lucian's biological father, Jake reappeared, his tall frame cutting through the crowd like a beacon, holding three huge sticks of brightly colored cotton candy like trophies he'd won at a carnival game. Beside him walked Joshua, also carrying a stick of cotton candy, looking slightly sheepish but determined, like he'd just faced his greatest fear and come out on the other side. Jake grinned

"I'm Jake, by the way. And you look like someone who's been wrestling with the same chapter for hours." How could he possibly know that? Emma clutched her pen tighter. "What makes you say that?" "The defeated slump of your shoulders, the aggressive laptop closing, and the fact that you've been unconsciously tapping out the rhythm of 'help me' in Morse code on the table for the past five minutes." Emma's hand stilled. She had been tapping. "You know Morse code?" "Former Eagle Scout. Also, current insomniac who reads way too much." Jake leaned back in his chair, studying her with those unnervingly perceptive green eyes. "So what's got you stuck? Plot hole? Character motivation? Or..."

“Okay! Not the point! The point is—Mason, you can’t threaten boys for talking to your sister.” “I wasn’t threatening,” Mason argued. “I was… warning.” “That’s the same thing,” Emma snapped. Mason looked genuinely offended. “I’m protecting you.” Emma threw her hands up. “I don’t need protecting! I’m ten, not two!” Mason puffed his chest. “Ten is still small.” Emma glared. “You’re ten too!” Mason said proudly, “Yes. But I’m ten with a plan.” Jaxon coughed to hide his laugh. “A plan.”