Jason Luv Age Novels & Stories

Her dusty blonde hair was much longer than the last time Jason saw her, and he would soon notice how she was also taller when they finally got up from bed Lorelei was Jason’s youngest cousin, the sweetest of them all in his words, but their more than eighteen years of age difference made him think of her more like a niece he didn’t have yet than a cousin. “Where is your mom? Did Aunt Karla leave you alone with Lily again?” Jason asked about the little girl’s Mother while taking the small eight-year-old into his arms. “I already told Aunt not to do that, Lilith will be a bad example to you.”

Anna saved me from answering. “Hi, I am Liam.” The mustached guy introduced himself to both my friends, and they shook hands. “Yeah, I was on a date when we met. Let’s ignore those technicalities and cheer for his birthday. Okay?” I avoided the problem. “Open tab for everyone at the bar!” Jason’s voice made me nearly deaf when he screamed behind me. “My brother made thirty years today!”

"Find all the information about Jason Lion. As much detail as possible and give it to me ASAP! I don't want to wait too long!" Andrew just hung up the phone in annoyance. Before entering the room, the man had overheard Jason and Olivia discussing. About dreams at the age of 16 years. "No way. There's no way he's still alive!"

"Sweetheart, Lycans don't get wrinkles till they reach 1500 years." "How many years do they live?" My surprise was vivid in my voice. "In between 2000 to 3000 years," He casually answered. Oh my God! I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "I think my head is going to explode," I breathed out. "No need to torture your cute little head, angel," He chuckled ruffling my hair, "I'll slowly let you know all the details." "Wait, tell me...how old are others?" "Cassandra is just as my age, Jason is 670 years old and carter is only 500 years old." He answered.

"She's at that age where being seen with her dad isn't cool anymore." I nod, but something nagged at me. Now that I was thinking about it, I've never heard Jason mention a wife. Not once in all our conversations. There was no ring on his finger either. Was he divorced or widowed? Or maybe he was just private about his personal life? "Beautiful weather for a game, isn't it?" Jason said, filling the silence. "Not too hot, not too cold. Perfect rugby conditions." "Oh yes!" Lisa jumped in eagerly. "I was just saying how lucky we are it didn't rain. The forecast said there was a chance."

He wasn’t going to take no for an answer this time. “His name is… Jason Jones,” Starla said. “He’s a college student, and he went back home, so there’s no reason for you to even know anything about him, okay?” “How old is he?” Sam asked her, but I was pretty sure I wasn’t buying any part of her story. I couldn’t tell if he was. “He’s twenty-four,” she said. My mouth dropped open. So did Sam’s. “That’s… a lot older than me.”

They went to a hiding place where they planned to stay temporarily before leaving for a distant land together. “So how old are you Jason Clay? She asked The two walked side by side; they held their hands as they moved forward. “Jason”, she pulled back “What?” “You heard me” “It’s better we walk forward” “No, its better we talk first” He looked at her with a smile, “Zuba, you’re right”. He stopped and held his hands on his shoulders. Then he smiled slowly. They stood there for some moments facing each other. “I am 18 and have existed from the first century. Now we are in medieval era but I am just the same”, he said

“What is your name?” He studied me for a moment before answering, “My name is Jason.” “That's such a nice name,” I said calmly, trying to keep the tone neutral. “How old are you, Jason?” “Eight. I'll be nine in two months,” he responded proudly, grabbing the ball tightly In his small hands. I did a little mathematics in my head, it was nine years ago that Camilla left. Could she be pregnant when she left? No, I'm sure she didn't mention it. I was puzzled.

James's POV Jason had left after making me understand that there was nothing medically wrong with Lorraine. He tapped me tightly on my shoulder as I heaved a sigh of relief and smiled at him. Jason was about five feet seven tall. With squinty eyes that nearly close when he smiles. I had known him since when he was straight. He had moved from that to being bisexual and now, was gay. I don't even want to think about what happened between Jason and I. Yuck…! How could he even think about it?

I asserted, placing a hand on my waist to show them my seriousness. "Ava, calm down, my love," Liam replied with a playful smirk. "You think we can fire Jason? Don't worry, my love. That boy is like a leech on my flesh, and though he's annoying as hell, there's nothing I can do." "I'm glad you think about me in that way, sir," Jason's voice broke in as he strolled into the room, spotting his signature look–a black three-piece suit with white AirPods and white sneakers. What was with this guy and always walking in at the most unexpected times?