Jason Dean X Reader Novels & Stories

It also gave her a new sense of excitement for seeing her long lost friend again. She looked over at Jason, he didn't see her, though, because he was so enthralled with the show. She remembered that she loved him. He had sleek, deep auburn hair. It was thick and it ran to the top of his ass. He had red-gold skin and a perfect smile, and his thick arms and chest rippled when he laughed. Watching this made Deena laugh out loud and let go of her worry all together. 'This is going to be a good night,' she thought to herself with an edge of anticipation. ........

See this line of words, Alex frown, "I'll find Jane, let her explain to Sarah clearly!" Jason came over and said to them, "Are you guys ok? Are you not hurt? " Kim took the opportunity to pass the note to Jason, "this is really a misunderstanding. The words on the note were written by Jane. She is left-handed, so this should be what Jane wants to say to Lily." "Jane?" Jason is a few years older. As the Dean of literature and art, what kinds of people he had not seen?

Inside, I found myself in a space that was starkly different from my own. Jason’s bedroom was cold, almost sterile. Black, white, and gray tones dominated the walls and furniture, exuding an eerie emptiness. Unlike my ornate, golden-accented chambers, his felt… lonely. A screen blocked part of the terrace, where the only touch of warmth came from a simple tatami mat and an unclosed book beside it. I stepped closer, glancing at the title. A modern novel from Larvania. Strange. I had never seen Jason read anything for pleasure.

Will he even look for me? “Relax,” Jason said eventually, a small smile gracing his full lips. “I’m really Jason Carter and I have no connection with Drey Falcon.” I was even more speechless than before. Was this man a mind reader? What the hell did he want with me? “I have a proposition for you, Sienna Stanford,” he continued, completely ignoring the look of utter shock I was sure was clearly written on my face. “Help me bring down the Falcon empire and whatever you want in this world would be yours.”

“It doesn’t have to feel like a loss. It’s just a new chapter.” But Jason could not hear her. All he saw were the empty shelves, the missing photos, the erasure of his — “Wait.” His voice came out sharper than he meant. The guy stopped, confused, as Jason reached in and pulled out a photo wrapped in newspaper. The frame was cheap, the glass chipped at one corner, but the image froze him—his dad in uniform, one arm slung casually around Jason’s shoulders. He was grinning wide in the picture with a birthday balloon half-cropped at the edge.

“Let the games begin.” ............. In another house, Jason stood in his room, holding one of the wedding invitations. His jaw clenched as he read the names. “Damon Moretti and Kaya Macherson.” His hands trembled. Anger burst through him like fire. He tore the card into pieces, the edges fluttering to the floor. “Over my dead body,” he muttered, sweeping his arm across the table, sending books, files, and glasses crashing down. He stood there, chest heaving.

Maya asked Sure you can try them all on said the maid After picking out a dress to wear Maya, Maya went to meet Jason in his study room when she met Jason going through a particular file. Hey she said what are you reading?she asked Uhm he stuttered Maya you have to see this he said Maya went to the desk reading the files in his hands but not understanding what it’s meant so he explained

I already saw his body when I was alone with him but these time he's in public. " No need to change it," he replied, taking his shirt off in just a minute. I wanted to turn away but I could stop but stare at his strong muscles and his chest. Turn your head, Emily. Turn now. My mind voice ordered me which I ignored it. " I thought you would be having infinite tattoos," Jason commented. " Nope. I only have two. Pheonix and a wolf." he replied, still not putting his shirt back. He knows that my eyes didn't leave his body. The other three was busy talking with themself. They didn't see what we are doing.

He is definitely here to kill you, you acted like a fucking dick in his party yesterday, so he has come to take vengeance or worse…he has come to claim my soul. He smirked, leaning forward. “Don't worry, I'm not here to take your soul…yet.” How does he do that? Can he read my thoughts? “Your expressions say everything, mind reading isn't part of the Lycan package.” My expressions? How does he know what I'm thinking through my expressions? I rubbed my face as if I could wipe off my expressions. “Who's Jason?” He blurted out. I froze, my heart dropped. “Well, he's,” I darted my eyes left and right, searching my brain for an answer but it was completely blank.

“It’s not allowed. I am your husband. But seriously now, we have to figure out what’s this guys issue. Also, what’s with the birds. They clearly seemed to be focused on me.” “Jack,” “Jazz,” Jason stood looking at the tattered book he had found behind fire place. “What did you find?” Jack moved closer and took the book. It was full of drawings of the birds and some writing that was smeared being wet at some point. He studied the drawings intently. He then looked at the front of the book. He can barely make out five names. If he should judge, they all seemed to be related. “What do you think Jack?” Jason had already looked at that drawings. It reminded him of a comic book. “I think everyone is