Jason Dean X Reader Novels & Stories

“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.”

Fifty Shades of Grey. He remembered the time Rohan came to his house with this exact book, laughing like crazy because his stepdad had caught one of his stepsisters, only twelve years old, trying to read it. The man had lost it. To make things worse, Harry had read some of it out loud, and both Rohan and Skull had nearly passed out from laughing. And now here it was, in Daisy’s hands. Why in the world was sweet Daisy reading this nonsense? And worse… why did the thought turn him on? Jaxon dropped into the seat beside her and noticed how she tensed slightly. “You read this stuff?” he asked, managing to keep a straight face, though it was hard.

His hands came to her shoulders, steady but careful, his expression softening instantly. “Are you alright?” he asked, his voice quieter now, filled with concern. “Does it hurt?” Tessa shook her head lightly. “I’m fine,” she said. Her voice was steady, though her breathing had shifted slightly from the sudden confrontation. Jason studied her face for a moment longer, as if making sure she truly meant it, before straightening up again. Behind him, Curtis let out a quiet breath, but there was nothing calm about it. “Mr. Dean,” he said, his tone laced with disdain, “aren’t you disgusted touching such a filthy woman?”

Five minutes later, he pulled up in front of a bookstore and led Adeline inside. He tried helping her browse, but Adeline showed no interest. She lightly touched the spines of books on the shelves, her eyes vacant. “Adeline, how about this one?” Jason asked, holding up a book with a rustic brown cover. “The shopkeeper said it’s this week’s bestseller.” “Jason… I’m sorry,” she said quietly. “I’m just really tired. I don’t feel like reading at all.” Jason put the book back. He exhaled. “Why didn’t you say that earlier? Let’s go.”

He let me down slowly and I held unto his neck for dear life until my shaking legs touched a solid place under the water. "Okay that's enough, this is how far I can go." I said shivering lightly, my heart was already pounding in my chest. How did I let Jason talk me into my death? Jason Kuyper and his devilish tongue would be the death of Marina Hunter. "Too bad, you're going to miss out on the fun." Jason said as he swarm away. Traitor! "Jason get back here, don't leave me." "Trying being more polite and maybe."