Jason Genao Parents Novels & Stories

A love match, at that, which is so rare for our kind. And then Andy was born. I wasn’t here for the birth or the years that followed. I left shortly after his wedding to Eniana, who comes from a higher-ranking family in Meccana. Her father was one of the many, many nobles who marry and hope to have girls they can give to the wizards. Jason fell for her. Hard. It was a desperate, passionate kind of love I was able to witness shortly before I was torn from KiloKilo, and Jason was on his own to watch the family he prayed for get torn apart because his son, the little boy currently bent at the waist poking a dead crab with a stick, started developing extremely promising powers at the age of four

As the door clicks close, she sees Sira's warm glances on her. "Jason is the son of my mom's elder sister, Aunt Drew. Obviously, my cousin brother. He transferred in our school last year because he was kicked out from his last one. The reason? I don't know. Him studying here, was aunt's idea because she wanted him to forget his mom's ugly past and focus on his own future. Long story short, Jason's abusive dad left his mom when he was just five, hence, raised by a single mother. AND you are stupid enough to go after him despite me warning you!"Sira explains.

Jason had always been proud of their Scots heritage, even if their branch of the family did use the more English spelling. Galen looked over his son as they walked from the parking area to the Faire entrance. The kid was taller than he was now and Galen was six foot three. He couldn't help the mix of pride and amazement that this incredible young man had come from Galen's fucked-up short-lived marriage. Jason's mom had been all wrong for Galen but he had to admit that she'd done a damn good job raising his son. "So what's up Dad?" Galen and Jason made their way past a row of food vendors toward the stage where the local police pipe band was performing.

I said to Lucas, pouring us both coffee that tastes like ash. Lucas frowned. “His family?” “Yes. His parents. Where he grew up. Childhood connections. The woman he almost married before me. I need the version of Jason the world forgot.” Lucas rubbed his jaw, then opened a laptop and began pulling files. “His mother died when he was twelve. Father’s still alive—barely. Early dementia, a veteran, lives in a care facility outside of Oxford. Jason was a scholarship kid. Bright, manipulative, always knew how to charm authority. Had a fiancée in medical school—Lauren Bellamy. She disappeared off the map after a reported suicide attempt.”

“Do you have his picture?” “Actuallyyyyy… I don’t,” she said, dragging the word playfully. “But I know a few things about him.” “Okay, tell me what you know.” “His name is Jason Anderson. He’s twenty-six, from a wealthy family. His dad owns Anderson’s Reality Show, and his mom runs the biggest salon and spa in the city.” “I see.” “That’s all I could find out. The date’s tomorrow. Is that too early?” “No, it’s fine.”

Joona raised an eyebrow at James, who answered without looking at Arjoona. "He has a home here." James smiled and nodded. "Indonesian mother. Chinese father. He lived here. Like us, he speaks Indonesian well." Arjona smiled. "Your Indonesian is bad, James," Joona teased, managing to make James turn around while frowning. "I'm not an Indonesian anymore, Joona!" "Oh yes, I believe that." Arjoona is still smiling. Joona likes to tease James by mentioning his origins. His fate is the same as Arjoona's. James has an Indonesian mother and a father he doesn't know. And James never searches for his father anyway.

“That’s good. I’m proud of you, Betty. Sorry we couldn’t send money; hospital bills are piling up. Luckily, Don Fernando agreed to be your father’s guarantor. He’ll be discharged tomorrow.” Don Fernando is Jason’s father and the owner of a sugar plantation. I take a brief breath and close my eyes. It’s already late, and I need to study for tomorrow’s final exam. “I love you, Betty, my dear. Take care of yourself, and we will see you soon.” “Love you too, Mom, and Dad too.” I end the call, looking sad at the four corners of this tiny room. “What am I going to do now?” I ruffled my hair. “How will I pay for it? I don’t know."

The name of her dream house. She moved through the pages again and stopped at a particular drawing. The drawing brought memories of her ex, Jason Rodriguez. Her romantic teenage lover. Jason was half American. His mother was American, while his father was Mexican. Jason took a perfect blend of his parents' genes, giving him a handsome look. Kate had always been attracted to handsome men, and Jason had easily won her heart. They dated for a few months. Jason would always take her to the busiest streets of New York where fashion houses were situated, and he would point to a spot, telling her she was going to own the spot and compete against the best designers. Jason had the perfect smile and s

Jason stared at him muddled, had he met him somewhere and couldn't recall, who could he possibly be? While Jason was bent on guessing who he might be, Leo tossed his hands off and adjusted his clothes. Jason stared at him, still he was not able to recognize whoever he was. Leo twitched the corner of his lips in disgust "Let me lend you a little help. " Leo's eyes bore into Jason's gaze and he could see how confused he was. " Your father killed my parents! " Jason froze, his body quivering as the realization hit him. "Nathan?"

Not far from them, Emma leaned on Leon’s shoulder, a sparkling engagement ring catching the glow of the fire on her hand. “So you really gave all the shares back to Leon?” Claire asked quietly. Jason nodded. “They were never really mine. My mom took them in a dirty way. I just gave them back to where they belonged.” Leon overheard and turned around with a smirk. “I’ve gotta say, Jason’s way more reliable now than he ever was back when he was a crappy husband.” Jason chuckled, and Claire shook her head slightly—but there was a small smile tugging at her lips. “I still can’t believe you’re actually a dad now, Leon,” Jason said. “You couldn’t even stand five minutes with your nephew back then.”