Jason Dean X Reader Novels & Stories

If only I was that stupid. People say that Jaxon Armstrong is the devil in disguise, because of the shitty deals he makes me with people and how he treats his guests. I say he is a gang leader who underestimates the power women have over him. Jason however intrudes my thoughts on his stupidity, "Are you going to answer my questions now or just talk to yourself out loud?" He crouches in front of me because I'm sitting on a chair, "Do you remember the date of the assassination?" I roll my eyes, "yes"

He can't wait to see if Rae could actually fight with Jorkallun as she did with Dean, although Dean own was very surprising. "Not even a chance, why would you ask me to fight with Jorkallun? In case you don't know, he is my brother from another parents." Rae answered with a raised eyebrows. "I was only joking." Jason said kissing her forehead and leaned down to kiss her lips when he heard a clearing throat behind them. "We know what you want to say old woman." Jason said turning to face Lillian. The flower in his hands that Dean bought for his mate caught fire, burning, he threw it away without a second thought.

I had already ended the conversation by walking out, and she knew me too well to raise it again. I lay down on my bed, my mind going back to him—Jason—with his beautiful eyes and commanding voice. The night we shared together and how he worshipped my body… no matter how I tried, I couldn’t get that feeling out of my mind. Did I even know anything about this man? It didn’t matter. We’d all be fine at the end of the day. I brought out my phone and went to check Dean’s I*******m page. I had been doing this for the longest time. He had uploaded more pictures of his trip to Zanzibar with his wife.

"Can I stay here and read this? Kylie is training with Mitchell." "Sure, knock yourself out. I was taking a break from the devil's thoughts anyway. But I guess, reading his thoughts ought not to be so bad right now." Jason said as he rose, "Because if we can think like him, we just might be able to beat him at his own game." "Hmm," I said. Moments later, I was alone, with Damien's thoughts for company.

Her actions earned her a growl from Jason as he yelled : “There is literally no one here in this shitty library yet you shush her!” and he rolls his eyes afterwards. I turn the book towards him , showing him the reason behind my happiness. In big bold writing “Stella Rock History and Myths” is imprinted on it’s cover. Jason jumps and fist pumps the air and I join in by jumping up and down smiling like an idiot. The librarian is too scared to tell us anything after he had shouted her – also I think she knows who he is and is scared of him just like the rest.

“I’m afraid I won’t be enough. That I am too damaged to love or be loved. I don’t want to let you or the pack down.” Dean stepped forward. “We knew from the first time we saw you that you are a force to be reckoned with. We know what we are getting ourselves into. You. Are. Ours.” We all looked at Jason. “What they said,” Jason said, lighting up the mood. We chuckled, and even Zane’s lips turned up a centimetre to smile. I can tell Jason is the jokester of the group.

I said as he partially listened to me. "Relax, Sis. I'll be here taking care of him. Hey, by the way, can you stop by and see if they have volume 8 of Tokyo Ghoul? Please!!" I giggled at my be9thers request. He has got to be the biggest nerd when it comes to reading Korean dramas and manga. "I'm already on it, Jace. Take care of my boys ok? Love you guys." Jason didn't have the chance to answer, Logan quickly snatched the phone away and began talking.

And, no one would stop them at the elevator. “So, you backed out of drinking with us, only to go drink by yourself?” Julian raised an eyebrow, moving to sit on the edge of the Minotti sofa Jason was lying on. Jason groaned. “Shouldn't you be home with your wife… doing whatever it is married couples do?” He shot back. “She's with Anna.” Jason's whole body tensed. “Who I hear you went to play hero for?” Fuck him. “More like scarred Knight,” Cole chuckled, sipping his whiskey.

They had spent the last few minutes discussing the merits of older movies versus the newer ones. Jason grimaced. “I’d rather not, if you don’t mind.” He got to his feet, waiting for her to precede him into the house. “You aren’t a Sigourney Weaver fan?” Jason laughed. “It’s not that. I love Sigourney Weaver. I used to have a crush on her.” Lanie nodded. “I see. It’s unrequited love that keeps you from watching Aliens?” She was surprised to see his somber expression when she glanced back at him. “Are you okay?”

The thing is, this wasn’t new. I’ve known Lila long enough to recognize the signs. She keeps her feelings close to the chest, but when something’s getting under her skin, it shows. Little things — the way she grips her books too tight, the way her eyes dart like she’s trying to map an escape route, the way she laughs half a second too late. She was unraveling. And Jason Reed was tugging at every loose thread. I didn’t trust him. Jason was reckless, cocky, magnetic in the way a fire is: dangerous to touch, impossible to look away from. The kind of boy who left people burned.