Jason Luv Age Novels & Stories

Even less did he dare reveal who he really was. "Really?" Clara asked with a smile. "Then how is your daughter doing now?" In truth, there was a glaring flaw in Jason's story. Based on his appearance, he looked no older than his 30s. Claiming to have a 17- or 18-year-old daughter seemed highly unlikely. Even so, Clara believed him anyway. Feeling nervous, Jason said, "She... She... I haven't seen her for many years. I don't know how she's doing now."

“Jason?” Still I heard nothing. Maybe he’d already left to somewhere. My attention shifted to a collection of framed photographs displayed along one wall. Curious, I moved closer. Most of them showed Jason at different ages. Some with his parents, others with him alone. One thing remained consistent. He rarely smiled even as a child. I found that strangely sad. My eyes lingered on one particular photo. Jason looked younger, maybe eighteen or nineteen. For once, he was actually smiling. The expression transformed his entire face. He looked…Human.

He smirked. "Alright. I'll wait for you to pick me up. Don't be late." "I wont." He grabbed my hand and gave it a kiss. "Later, pretty eyes." And with that said, he run past me "If I were still human, my heart would be beating so fast. I feel like a teenager again. I couldn't wait. A/N: Jason is 18. Just in case you all say he is younger than her. Eventually he will pass her in age. Reminder, Mallory and Phoenix stop aging at the age 20.

It would’ve been a lot easier to win an argument for once if he wasn’t smarter than I was. “For what it’s worth, I graduated from med school once,” Jason put in. “In, like, 1932. I ended up founding a commune in Montana instead of practicing. But I think he’s fine.” “There you go,” Laurie said. “I’ve seen a doctor. Now I want to go home.”

“Alpha the people are worried about you being mateless!.” My beta Jason nervously told me. “How am I being mateless in their business?.” I snapped at him. “Well, you are now twenty five and you have been thinking about your mate since seven years ago. The pack wants a Luna. Don't you think it is time you stop waiting for your mate and just get Luna?.” Jason asked.

Right through the speakers implanted into the chairs, Jason noted his casual voice hadn't changed a bit. "Oh, nice to see you too!" Jason said but didn't smile. "Dude? were you shitty busy counting some dollars? It took a long time to connect with you". One close look at Kevin, Jason noted he hadn't changed a bit. Though now 23 or 24, he still had that straight hair, deep blue eyes, smaller nostrils, and an incredibly medium-sized mouth. He lay in bed with a bare chest. From the look of things, Jason suspected he was using a phone to talk with him.

He tried to defend himself. "Are you sure you're not wolfless? Maybe your wolf hasn't awakened because you're a late breeder? Who knows, you might be…" "W-what? Late breeder? I will be 25 years old next year! I had my wolf at 16! How dare you call me a late breeder?" Jason yelled, getting angry for real and at that moment, they arrived at the bushy field again. Katherine had to halt the car at the last motorable route to the field.

"So you will play on the same NFL team as my big brother?" "Yeah, I think Jason had something to do with the incredible contract they offered me. They need another quarterback, and even though I'm pretty young, they want me." I blink. "Wait, how old are you?" A somewhat confused smile spreads over his lips. "I'm turning twenty-two next week," Lionel blushes slightly. "I'm one of the younger players, but I've been all about football since I was a kid. Besides, even if I'm young, there are even younger players."

Jason says standing up, walking over to his shoes and socks, putting them back on. "The sun is setting, stay here as long as you can. Okay I must get back to the Alpha." he says walking back over towards me, I stand up and look up at him. Jason has always been tall,20 years old and he is standing at six foot three. Jason pulls me in and hugs me, kissing the top of my head. "Thank you." I say to him hugging him back.

To the others, he was the cold, heartless soon-to-be Alpha. “Happy birthday to you,” he greeted and took the seat beside me. “Thank you,” I smiled. He was the first and only person who always remembered my birthday. I fumbled with my hands nervously as I remembered something. Jason was going to find his mate today. Jason was twenty-one years old and had long had his wolf. He had been skipping every mate ball since then not to hurt me, but he couldn't escape this year's one, as his father had specifically asked him not to.