Jason Isaacs Young の小説・ストーリー

- he asks passing me a glass of juice “Came to finish that bastard” - I say and he smiles “He’s dying anyway, I think we should just let him rotten” - he tells me “I know” - I say grabbing half of his sandwich. “Thanks for that” - I say smiling at him and I take a bite while I walk out. “You are a thief” - he says and I laugh walking out. Jason is a new addition to Gabe’s mafia. Isabella asked to leave as she wanted to have a normal life away from all of this after the shooting.

He glances over at me, before looking back at his phone. "Stop staring at me, Kim." He says. I smile as I continue to look at him. He has this boyish look to him now. "How old are you Jason?" "Twenty-two." He looks over at me before looking back down at his phone again. He's a year older than me, but he looks maybe eighteen or nineteen. I guess it's those good genes that he seems to have. He's really handsome, really tall, with a perfect body that he didn't have to work to get. He gets to eat all the food he wants and not gain a pound and he looks much younger than what he is. I guess he really is this perfect guy that everyone expects him to be.

Isaac asked, pausing in the middle of lining up his shot. "Yeah, some other guy in our class chased the bum down and got it from him. I was like, 'If you wanna get all sweaty tracking down that piece of shit guitar when I told her not to bring it, then so be it, dude.'" He shook his head a few times and snickered. Isaac took his shot but missed. "Was it that guitar of her grandma's?" "Hell if I know," Jason said, shaking his head. "I can't keep it all straight."

"Don't do that. I might as well question those younglings about how they educate their children. I'd like to see why they are allowed to say these horrible words," Elder Jacobs grunted. Jason had sacrificed himself for the greater cause. Despite doing it out of selfish intentions, he had still saved tens of thousands of lives. He wondered how much moral degeneration had happened in society at this age for someone to criticize Jason. "Oh." The young man nodded while feeling slightly regretful. The Jacobs Family were strict in their rules. It was rare for him to be given the justification to act arrogantly. Sadly, the Elder forbade him.

"Who are you? How did you get into my house?" "I am you, Isaac." "What?!" "Please don't kill me." "I would never hurt you." I approach him slowly and stroke his head; I don't know why, but it makes me feel better too. I stayed an hour waiting for the child to calm down and decide to come with me to the bedroom. "You have a nice house, Isaac." "Thank you. What's your name?" "My name is Liam." "How do you know me?" "Because I am a part of you."

Why was life so unfair to me? Jason was Lana's fiance.

The four-year-old daughter of Levi, or Isaac, or whatever the hell his name was. It struck me as odd and somewhat reckless for someone undercover to share such a big piece of his life. Yet, it made me wonder whether Isaac might’ve shown me because he believed if the truth would ever come out, I would be by his side. I wasn’t sure, but I did know one thing. He played me. All of us. Jessica came back with a cup in her hands, stepping over the mess. “I’m sorry for all of this, I have a four-year-old,” she explained, setting the tea down in front of me.

“You guys have fun tonight because the party starts tomorrow.” “I’m ready for it.” Jason rubbed his hands together. “Finally, some action.” “Ah, are you frustrated?” Isabelle made a pouty face at him. “Does no one fall at your feet here?” Jason looked like she slapped him across the face. “I could get whoever I wanted. I was being respectful to Maddox and not touching his pack members!” Maddox grabbed my legs and picked me up. “Jason, keep it in your pants.” Flipping me around, he didn’t waste another second before we left the party. “I’m done sharing you.”

I stared at him in amazement, not being able to believe it, or even knowing what to think. - I don't think so. He watched me for a moment of silence, seemingly thoughtful. Then he turned his gaze to a petrified Marina. —Would you like to come with us? — he asked and Marina almost jumped with excitement. — Really? Me? Of course I do. Oh my God, I can't believe I'm going to get on a plane and see another country! — Will I need your parents' permission? — No. I'm already eighteen — she informed, proudly.

When did secret become so cheap anyway? I nodded my head and shrugged. "Tell me then." I finally said. Jason shifted uncomfortably and lowered his eyes... "You see, I was surprised when you didn't recognize me earlier even when you were so close to me. I'm indeed popular as I'm a model and an actor..." He stopped and chuckled. "But it's nice though. It's so refreshing to see a young handsome guy like you not recognizing me at all." His smile widened but soon died down and he grew serious.