Jason Dean Heathers Novels & Stories

The athletic man squinted his eyes at the woman who had warmed his bed for a year. "What do you call me, Mrs. Dear Noel?” said Jason sarcastically, smiling wryly. “Why are you talking like that, Jason? I miss you..." Helen said in a whisper. Of course Helen didn't want to show her conspicuous closeness in public places, with the actor who was rumored to have a special relationship with her.

He was so focused that he barely blinked. '' You really love this thing, don't you?" I muttered, giving a smile to lighten the mood. He gave a crooked smile without taking his eyes off the screen. '' There's nothing like a classic. Jason is unbeatable.'' '' Jason is from Friday the 13th.'' I retorted, laughing. ''Michael Myers is from Halloween.'' He looked at me sideways and laughed. '' See? You know it too.''

Jason may not be single anymore but at least he will soon grace our screens in the upcoming movie: The Wrong Cinderella. I sighed and scrolled down, skipping details about the movie. I found a picture of him and his gorgeous fiance. I laughed bitterly: she looked just as rich as him and it didn't help that she looked like a model. It was obvious that Jason loved her from the way he was looking at her. I was so angry that I nearly threw the phone out of the window. Then, a red link caught my eye. Who is Jason Hart? Wow, look at that: I guess the internet has at least one answer to my questions.

(Jennifer’s P.O.V.) After coming back from the hospital, I take a long, warm shower, letting the heat peel off the last trace of antiseptic and fatigue. Now I need to be in good health. As the daughter of Smiths I have one duty: protect the one person who can still be saved. Jason. The heir. The future. He’s the only Smith I still feel a connection with. He’d spent the last five years in the U.S. Post-grad, plans, the life he built with Heidi Shaw. They were waiting for him to come home so they could marry once he joined Smith & Hale.

Jason said to the other man as he extended his hand to Josh for a shake. "Yes, but who are you?" Josh asked as he slowly extended his hand back to Jason. "So very sorry." Jason said. "I'm Jason, and this hell hound is my wife, Deena." Jason said as he gestured towards her. "We are old college mates of Della's," Jason told him.

In the end, Heather managed to tag along with Jason to his class reunion. But to her disappointment, Minister Knox's daughter never showed up. Heather and Jason had been in the same year but different classes, so she knew most of the attendees. As soon as they walked in, someone teased, "Well, if it isn't Jason's sister-in-law! What a surprise to see you two together!" Since Brett was always the star of the show, Heather had naturally shared some of his spotlight when they dated.

Heidi halted, not only for the words he'd spoken, but also for the sound of that name. She'd tried all possible means to avoid listening to anyone say that name. She spun around. “She's dead? You're lying.” “Yeah, I guess it's a lie.” Jason agreed. “She's Lucas Harrison's wife now, how can she go near an ocean without bodyguards and everyone who's in charge of guarding lives watching over her?” His words snapped a cord in Heidi's heart, awakening an ache she'd long forgotten. She took to her heels, heading for the cabin, Freya's voice fading behind as she scolded Jason.

“You don’t have to carry this alone. There’s another path, Bella. A simpler one. You deserve peace.” There was something deeper in his eyes. Not just kindness. Something else. Possession. She left before it went too far. But the heat of that moment stayed with her long after the door closed behind her. Jason barely looked up when she came in. He was hunched over the screen again, red strings and digital maps sprawled across the interface. “Jason,” she said quietly. “Yeah?” “I saw Dean today.” That made him look up. “At a gallery,” she added, watching his expression. “We talked. About art. About peace.”

Layla avoided eye contact, stammering, "W-what do you mean?" Haley continued, "Dean is 28, a trusted assistant to Shane. He's pretty busy with work, but his relationship history is completely clean. He even owns a place in downtown Jasper City. So, what do you think? Satisfied with these conditions?"

“He said he’s doing good, and he sounded like it. I think he’s a little homesick and he’s hoping to be able to come home in January.” “If he does, please bring him to see me! I miss that little twerp.” “I don’t think he’s a twerp anymore.” Heather laughs, wiping her eyes. Unlike me, she’s emotional. Cries during commercials and during certain songs no matter how many times she’s heard them. “And I will.” “What else did he say?” A few more visitors shuffle in and the room gets louder. I fill Heather in on everything Jason told me, which isn’t much. “I should get going,” I tell Heather, feeling bad. “It’s a long drive back to Eastwood.” I go to stand, and Heather reaches forward, taking my nec