Jason Dean X Reader Novels & Stories

and walked out of the room. "Is that your mum?" "Yes. Don't pay attention to her, she'll come around" Minutes later, Jason walked into the room "I was asked to check out the mortal. For rabies or measles, I don't know" "Jason, can you be civil for once?" Cassie snapped. "Not to her, no."Jason said, one eyebrow raised "What am I supposed to do?" "Mum said you should try to read her mind, see if she's telling the truth about not knowing she's part demon"

I kept changing my position, uncomfortable as hell. Then my eyes fell upon the man sleeping on the bed comfortably. How can he sleep so peacefully, when I am literally dying on this fucking couch? What if I murder him in his sleep? I thought with an evil smirk on my face. "Well you can't. So stop giving yourself fake hopes and just sleep." Jason said with his eyes still closed. My eyes widened. Is he reading my thoughts? "No. It's just that you think too loud.” Shush Lilian. I glared at him. "Fucking Jason Chaser." I mumbled.

Sienna The glow of the bedside lamp painted the room in soft gold, washing over the sheets, my bare shoulders, the faint curve of my knees under the blanket. I lay still, pretending to read, though my eyes hadn’t moved from the same line in ten minutes. All I could see was him — the man across the room, his face dimly lit by the shifting blue light of the screen. Jaxon sat at the edge of the couch, controller in hand, the sound of explosions and fast-moving footsteps filling the silence between us. His jaw flexed each time he focused, his brows drawn low, and when he leaned forward, the muscles in his forearm tightened under his skin.

“It’s because Jason has seen us fighting countless times and he heard his classmates say their parents died because they used to fight. Don’t you think we should be careful around him and stop anything that might hurt him, including Nancy? I don’t want my son to have a trauma by seeing your fiance, so it’s better you sort it out before he wakes up.” He didn’t bother to say anything again and just let me go without stopping me. I went back to Jason’s room and carefully opened the door not to wake him up because he’s a light sleeper, but a cold shiver ran down my spine when I entered and saw Jason sitting on the couch, reading a children’s storybook. “Jason?” My heart pounded heavily in my hea

“This here is my rival in Mexico.” “He wants to take over my city.” “I want to take over my world.” The two laughed. Raash passed a cigar to him. “What’s a fine man doing here?” Jason said when he lit the cigar. “On a pleasure tour. You should introduce him to all the beautiful women when he gets to Mexico.” Jason blew out the inhaled cigar. “All the chicks are mine, mon amor.” Later, Denzel excused himself and took one of the women with him. In a secluded corner, he stripped her bare and fucked her.

That’s a perfect one. Dean appears out of nowhere, swearing loud enough to offend three religions, then does an anxious spin like a headless chicken before darting back inside the tent. Jackson takes off his shirt and sits on the grass, head forward, holding the shirt against his nose. Blood stains the cotton dark red. He sits there calmly. Breathing slow. Like this is meditation. Dean returns with Ilkay. “What did you do now?” the doc asks, crouching down. Jackson gives him a shut-the-fuck-up look.

'No, that is a bad idea, the worst place to look for a solution, is your supposed father-in-law and you should never allow Fiona to meet him, that will be doom, doom for not just you but every one of us, relying on you. "Doom!!!" Stefan asked Jason, but Jason didn't reply, his eyes darkened, and his aura was sinful, he seemed lost as he stared into space, Rex had known Jason to have some weird creature lurking around him, sometimes his behavior was strange and aloof but then he hasn't been able to place it. He could read people's thoughts, and on a few occasions, he could read Stefan but Jason, never had he been able to read his. "Jason, what is it?" Rex enquires, calling him out of his tran

We are going to have to take her out to the barrier soon to test Marietta’s theory and I don’t know how my friend is going to deal with that. Jason is sitting on the couch, in his usual sentinel spot, reading a very old book. I catch his eye, but he shakes his head while glancing at her. It has to be about magic or witches or something to do with his mate. He’s never been one to study unless it is absolutely necessary. This must fall under that category. Copyright ©️ 2025 Miss L Writes and Ember Mantel Productions

Frank turns to his desk and sets to work on the cell phone Jason gave him. I’ve never been much of the reading type, and I’d rather not risk setting off any explosives anyway, so I opt to hit the wet bar instead and pour myself a scotch, no rocks. Jason decides to risk an explosion and picks a Sidney Sheldon spy novel, The Doomsday Conspiracy, off one of the shelves. I curl up on one end of the impressive couch with my scotch, and Jason takes the other end with his book. I shortly find myself drowsing off, courtesy of the scotch and my somewhat restless night of sleep.

Then she saw him, and her lungs forgot how to function for a second. Jason stood near the Dean in a black, expensive Armani black suit, his tie knotted perfectly, his dark hair slicked backward, the picture of calm. He looked exactly like the stranger she had met at the club a few months ago, when she didn’t know he was her professor. Just the sight of him made her pussy clench. Then, her gaze caught on the woman beside him.