Jason Dean X Reader Novels & Stories

Arianna: I watched as Dean entered the room. His body sagged as if he carried the weight of the world over his shoulders, and I didn’t need to be told that something happened to understand that she seemed to bare more than he could handle. His eyes met mine and I frowned at the sight of blood that was on his hands. My heart raced against my ribcage at the sight, and though it wasn’t the first time that I have seen blood in my life, I couldn’t help but tense at the sight.

*Quick Reminder* Before you start reading do know this is a book 2 of the Alpha pack series. To get more understanding about the book please read the Alpha Pack Series book 1 ( Beauty And The Lycan Beast). . . . Dean pov.. "I uttered those words, asking Sierra, 'Will you be my Luna?' In that moment, my heart poured out all the emotions I had been holding inside. Anxiously, I waited for her response, hoping with every fiber of my being that she would agree. The anticipation of her answer made my heart race, as I yearned to hold her tightly if she said yes.

It was as if she knew how to control his emotions and knew all his turn ons even though it hadn't been a day for her to know him. "Ellen." This time he slowly grunts. No longer being soft, he tightly clutches her wrist. "No is a simple word you need to get into your dumb head. And for the record, Gracie has never ever touched me, yet I'm more sexually charged by the thought of pleasuring her than you will ever make me in days." He warns. "So I suggest, don't even try to chat shit anything about her." With that, Jason gets up from the bench, pulling over the clean t-shirt. Ellen turns to look at him walking away as a shirt with the smell of caffeine is thrown right at her face.

I guess I'll spend my day here watching movies and rest for work in the morning. As I sit here watching tv, I look over to see Jason making his way into the living room shirtless, with just a pair of grey sweats on. My eyes travel down his body, looking at his perfectly toned abs. He may look a bit rough with his uncut hair, but under those clothes is the most perfect body on a male that I've ever seen. My eyes move down to his grey sweats, slightly seeing the print of his member as he walks. I force my eyes away, not wanting to stare like some perverted creep.

“One of the donors has political ties. If the media gets this, they’ll spin you as part of a revenge conspiracy. Ethan as a pawn. And if Jason’s mother’s involvement leaks…” “They’ll destroy him too,” Cassandra finished quietly. Outside, Jason leaned against a cold brick wall and lit a cigarette. He didn’t smoke. Not really. But today he needed the burn. He pulled out the envelope his mother had given him. Another set of photos. One in particular: Cassandra, asleep on Ethan’s chest, his hand wrapped around her bare breast, the sheet barely covering her thigh. Jason exhaled smoke through clenched teeth. She had chosen Ethan. She’d chosen him again and again.

"Dean, if you truly want to atone for this… You'd stay far away from my family." I then walked toward the exit, not even looking at him. "Evelyn!" Dean roared. "Do you think Jason is a good man? He's the heir of a powerful family. Why would he really marry a powerless orphan? He must be using you! I'm the only one who loves you for who you are!"

Dean suggested, though even he sounded doubtful. Bethany turned back toward the couch, her brow furrowed. “There’s something she’s not telling me. What if she knows about Jason?” she murmured, more to herself than anyone else. “I thought she was supposed to be my friend.” Dean coughed lightly, bringing her back to the present. He rested his arms on the couch and leaned closer to her, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “What happened back there? You know I was joking about the whole boyfriend thing, right? It’s against—”

Jason raised his hand and spoke, not waiting for her to permit him to speak, "It's exactly what she said. She meant that if a single man was wealthy and doing good in life, then he must want a wife to share his good fortune & life with." "That's right, Jason. Do you like English literature?" He replied, "Nope, but I like the style of Austen's novel and how it centered around the life she grew up in." I always admired Jason. He had the bad boy aesthetic, but he was into books— and I must say, it was extremely sexy. He rode a motorcycle to school, but he also had a black Chevrolet truck. He had a husky voice which made my heart race whenever he spoke. He had long lashes and a beautifully nurtu

It turned out that Jason is in a very good mood, too good that I am sitting on the bed with him and my back is resting on his chest. He seems to be very relaxed and happy, too relaxed that he decided to read a book with me. And shockingly it was his idea. I didn’t even plan to read a novel today but since Jason wanted to read a novel with me, I will read it with him. I flip through the pages and softly gasped at a glance at the sentence. This book got me thinking hard, seriously, the suspense, drama, and a whole new level of emotions and love. Damn! I love this book. I have been looking for another interesting book since the time I finished that last one and I guess I did.

She held her stomach, her lips parted as she fell off the bed screaming. Jason opened his eyes calmly on his bed. "Of course, she wasn't here." He sounded angry and stood up. He raised his window and breathe in the fresh night breeze. His heart rose and fell stately, while he studied his environment as though he has never seen it before, flashes of the men who he killed about Rose's case interfered. "That one unfinished business. Mr Woodbead, your leisure time is over." BETHANY'S DIARY "I've read books, I've attended burials but I've never been this shocked. It seems so... "not true."