Jason And Piper Novels & Stories

Back to the present, after staring over my reflection in the mirror one last time, I grabbed the food pack I'd prepared this morning–chicken casserole, his favorite. Today would be different. I was sure of it. The drive to Blackwood Empire took fifteen minutes. I hummed a reggae tune under my breath while tapping at the steering with excitement. When I got to his office on the ninth floor, his secretary looked up, startled. "Ms. Lila, I don't think he's—" I walked past her and pushed his office door open. Jason sat at his desk, a glass in his hand. Eyes red, hair messy, heavy bags under his eyes. What the heck?

JENNA The sheriff visited and he and Jason spoke. He told him of the progress they have made—which isn’t much. Jason made it clear he was ready to do whatever to get the kids back. I know it is the barest minimum but it still made me feel butterflies. I was glad he isn’t letting whatever is happening between us get in the way of him doing the right thing. “We have it handled, you can go.” I looked up at Jason a little surprised. I didn’t even hear him enter. Last I heard, he was in a meeting with someone I’m not sure I know.

Jenny nodded then felt immediate relief and hope at what her mother had said. "Thank you, Mama," was all she could say. ***** JASON sighed heavily as he stared at the tombstone of Ara's grave. “Ara, I know you and Daniel are happy now. I guess I did the right thing not to fight for what I feel for you back then. Because in the end, until the next life you two will still be together, and I am so happy for you guys,” the other side of Jason's mind as he quietly watched the flame of the white candle that he lit.

She needed a way to get Jason in between her legs, because she was sure once she clamped down on him, he'd never get enough of her. In the backyard, Jason was pacing the paved patio, while on the phone with Javier, the driver. "Do you understand Javier?" Jason asked. "Yes sir, I'll be sure to send you a signal the moment we get back in the car." Javier confirmed across the line. "Good, and Javier?" Jason called across the device. "Yes Mr. Trujilo?" "Make sure that Cindy somehow ends in between Vincent and Miss Thompson." Jason instructed. "Understood sir." Javier confirmed again.

Alex chuckled and jogged ahead to chase them. Then Laura did something odd – she followed. Like she didn’t want Alex to have too much time with Mason alone. I stayed back, walking slowly. I could feel someone beside me even before I looked. Jason. He slipped his hands into his pockets and tried to smile like it was just any other day. “You look nice,” he said quietly. “Thanks,” I replied without looking at him. He tried again. “Remember the last time we came here?” I blinked. “When was that?”

When Maya got downstairs, she noticed everything Jason did and smiled. "You did this?" Maya's voice cracked through her sentence. "Yeah, your show has seven seasons. We're going to be here for a while." Jason chuckled and scratched the back of his neck. Maya and Jason got onto the couch and turned the show on. Jason placed his phone next to Maya while they watched. "I bet the dad killed his son," Jason said confidently. "Obviously." Maya burst out laughing. "We've seen this already." Jason's phone lit up next to Maya. She turned to see what it was and saw Celia's name pop up. She sighed and turned back to the TV.

’returned, churning her belly. She went down clinging to the spiraled rail, roving her eyes from left to right. Jason in his indifference reappeared from one of the mazy rooms, a can of soda at hand. ‘Your family is not here?’ Her timidity gave way to anxiety ‘What? Don’t they have their works to attend to. You are afraid of what they would if they found out I am in my house alone, with a girl, an Omega’ he smiled ‘Your house? Well, its just that I have never been in this kinda house’

They wore long black trench coats and expressions of lethal seriousness. They didn't even glance at Lorenzo. They walked straight to me, dropped to one knee in unison, and kissed my ring. Their voices thundered through the room: "Il Papa!" The soundwave made Lorenzo’s ears ring. His jaw dropped. He stared at these men—members of the High Commission he usually struggled to even get an appointment with—now prostrating themselves humbly at my feet. That word—Il Papa—shattered his delusions and his ego into dust.

Kimberly Pov The next two days passed smoothly. Things are really different with Jason and I. I'm not sure exactly what we are to each other, but we're not what we once was. We kiss and touch a lot. We even share the same end of the couch at night when we sleep now.