Jason Hudson Novels & Stories

It would take me more than ten bottles to get me drunk, however, the scorching hotness of the liquid running down my throat and the bulky contracts to read, both on paper and my laptop, gave me something else to worry about. A guard enters my office. I told him not to let anyone in if it wasn't for breakfast. I wasn't hungry; all I wanted was to see Scarlett so I could remind her that the clock was ticking. It wasn't going to be long before the deadline was over. I'm not a patient man; that was the most calm I'd ever been in my life, and it was all because of her. Sixty days might look distant, yet in the end, it was only a matter of time. "Harrison Cage is here for you, Alpha Jax," he annou

he muttered grudgingly to himself as he placed the key into the bike's engine. Just as he was about to turn on the ignition, his phone started vibrating in his pocket. Chad brought it out and gave it a good look before placing the phone next to his ear. He wasn't going to make the mistake of answering without knowing who the caller was. It had not ended well for him. Immediately the call connected, Jason's overly optimistic voice resonated out of the speaker. “Whats up, brother. Are you ready for tomorrow?” Jason owned the underground gallery but he acted more like a hippie. Chad had no idea how such a strange man could paint so brilliantly.

I told him that, despite the fact that I probably sounded and looked quite confused about who should be in charge of carrying out such an essential responsibility, I was certain that I was. "Hmm... Don't worry, boss; none of our men will be sent; rather, one of our company's employees who is an expert in that subject will go. Jason, who is a very good friend of mine and works in the CIA with the reputation of spying on anyone without being noticed or seen as a threat, will be in charge of that. Jason works in the CIA with the reputation of spying on anyone without being recognized or seen as a threat.

He then drove her to her apartment. Hudson Herrence Hayes is a well-known doctor for his good looks and intelligence. He's also a skilled Mechatronical Engineer, and a dealer of high-end car spare parts worldwide. In short, he's a billionaire. She couldn't imagine how it could handle everything all the time. Being both a doctor and a businessman. *** DESPITE the fact that Hudson had already left, she remained in the doorway, her gaze following Hudson's car as it drove away. She slouched down on the couch and groggily grabbed her phone. She was momentarily taken aback when she saw something on Twitter.

"Jason?" I gasped as I saw the pale white man standing just a few feet away from me. Let me tell you something about Jason. Jason was a former member of the boy band, Super Nova, and also the most loved member. The most popular member. And because he was the most popular, he was also the most hated. After all, You can;t have everyone loving you. So how did dear Jason become a grim repaer, you ask? Simple. He took his own life.

Jenni, nursing her injured arm, trembled slightly under Hudson's blazing eye with barely restrained rage. Jason. "Why are you questioning my mates?" Jason barked, trying to defend his mate, "It’s that bitch Selena’s fault. Look what she did to—" Hudson’s snarl reverberated through the air as his wolf surged to the surface, his chest rumbling with fury. "Jason!" he roared, stepping closer to his brother, his voice filled with a deadly warning. "If you ever speak about my mate like that again, I swear I will rip you apart with my bare hands."

And in that moment, standing on the edge of the street with coffee stains on my sleeve and shards of hope at my feet, I realized— Jason Hudson wasn’t my husband anymore. Not really.

Standing at 6'2" with shaggy dark brown hair and blue eyes he was a work of art. And by that I meant it quite literally. Covered in tattoos from head to toe there weren't very many blank spots. He had his ears gauged out as well, a fact we always reminded him of by attempting to toss things through them. Despite his rather harsh appearance he was quite a softie. He always told the truth, even when it hurt; and had a well developed sense of humor. Jason sported a holster on each hip for his double pistols, which were his weapon of choice; and he rivaled Devon in the accuracy of his aim. He had previously been a chef of all things, so whenever something was wrong with the food (which was often

Most were harmless, many claiming to be married. Her fourth partner was someone she recognized; he was quite handsome for a blonde. It took her a few minutes of careful dancing to figure out who he was. He looked every bit the English knight, from his accent to his attire. Unlike the others, he didn’t need to count to keep time, which allowed him to engage her in conversation. "You look stunning, Lady Hera." His voice was smooth as silk. Her cheeks flushed. "Thanks, Mr. Grady." "Just call me Shawn. Your formality is hurting my feelings."

pretending to faint and they both broke out laughing again. --- Outside, Alex was waiting beside his sleek black car. Another man stood with him , Jason tall, clean-cut, with a doctor’s calmness and a hint of trouble in his grin. Jamie nudged Jasmine. “Who’s that?” “That’s Jason,” Alex said when they approached. “My best friend. who happens to be a famous doctor" Jason turned toward them first on jasmine, he gave her a warm nice smile, You must be Jasmine, I've heard a lot about you,