Jake Mason Pjo Novels & Stories

” 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..."

my wolf spoke to me in anger not ready to leave it mate. "I'll handle this." "I'm going to make a promise to you" I started, "I will protect Jessica with everything I have. I'm making a promise to you to keep her safe at all times." "Mason please. They'll find us anywhere we go" Jessica said to him softly. Mason ran his hands through his hair in annoyance. His hair was as red as Jessicas', the same shade and thickness. They looked very much alike with the same nose and facial features except his jaw were more sharply outlined and manly.

three jocks and a pretty blonde girl welcomed her amicably except one of the boys called Mason was really cold. He gave Maggie a quick glance that was very condescending and left the couch they were all seated on. Mason was the only heir to the Hanjin Group,a Korean billionaire company. It was honestly not surprising that Mason lacked interest in interacting with people but he would occasionally hang out with Josh. Despite his rude character , he was a charming young man and almost every girl in Marymount high school was obsessed with him . His face was even more perfect than his body and his hazel colored eyes could make any girl fall in love.

Justin said. “Are you scared that there’s somebody more powerful than the formidable Justin Adams?” Mason joked. “I know there is,” Justin muttered. “His name is Jac Adams!” “Oh, you’re right. How’s everybody at home?” “Still crazy,” Justin replied curtly. “But no one’s crazier than you, of course.” Mason laughed heartily. “I refuse to relinquish the crown. Neither Jordan nor Gian seem fit to wear it.” “Considering you took mischief to extremes, you’re probably right,” Justin said. Even when they were growing up, Mason got into a lot of things. Pot, drinking, smoking, gambling, gangs, street fighting and some underground stuff. He made Justin, Jordan and Gian look like angels.

But beneath all that glamour, she’s just Molly—my confidante, my mirror, my ride or die. Then there’s Jake—Jacob, really—but we’ve long since dropped the formalities. He’s Christian’s best friend and Molly’s boyfriend. We met him in middle school, back when his mother and Christian’s mother would plan grand brunches and charity galas. Jake's father runs a textile empire that spans continents. He had a crush on Molly from day one, but she brushed him off, calling him a heartbreaker. He chased her for years, and she finally caved in sophomore year of high school. Now, they’re a match made in couture heaven. Molly jokes that while Jake’s factories create the fabric, her genius brings the design

Edna began wondering. "And you see this is why I'm still single, I hate having my heart broken" Hudson pouted. Jacob didn't say anything, he was just leaning by the wall as he listened to them talk. His face only moved when Grandpa Mario climbed down the stairs. "I already tracked Mason" he announced. "I'll go with you" Jacob left the wall and walked towards him. "And I'll stay with the ladies probably because I'm not scared at all" Hudson let out a nervous smile.

"I’ll break their will on the matter. Listen to me, Jenny—these past few days, I’ve become utterly obsessed with you. You’re refined and generous, with a dignity that puts those twenty-year-old yearlings to shame. You’ve captured my focus entirely!" Jenny flushed under the praise and accepted the tribute. I’ve caught this one in my trap, Mason thought. Once he mated into the Gibson wealth, his rank in Valeria would be unassailable. He took a victory sip of his wine. Then, from the corner of his eye, he spotted a small silhouette. It was the same pup who had sabotaged him yesterday! He never expected her to cross his trail again. The little girl was holding the hand of a boy slightly taller t

a husky voice with a thick Texan accent responded. Yada knew instantly this man knew her, or knew whom she worked for. Unable to decide which impulse was correct, she gave him the lighter back. She knew they were in public and he couldn’t try anything to harm her as long as they were. Yada looked across the breaking waves again. “Forgive me; you have me at a disadvantage. You are?” she asked, not looking at him. “You can call me Mason,” he said. “I know you don’t I?” Instantly she knew the name. She had not heard it since she was seventeen. He was part of James Trenton’s private team and once a friend to her.