Jason Meaning Novels & Stories

"Of course not! You dumb ass!" "Why do you like calling me dumb ass?" He reached her head and pats it. "You love it when I call you a dummy. Right?" She said. "You were bullying me back in high school." She told him. Back in high school, Jason has a family; his father was a Colonel, yet they all died because of ambush. He was the only one that survived, and Hailey was always there for him. He got a scholarship from the military and then didn't see each other for long until recently during their reunion. He messes her hair and he moves closer to her and kisses her temple.

I didn’t respond, just kept quiet. He moved in closer, sliding his hand around my waist. "In case you haven’t noticed, I am Jason, son of the chief councilman from Stormfall Pack. I am kind of a big deal—an eligible bachelor too," he whispered in my ear. Goosebumps ran down my skin as I pulled further away. "Just leave me alone. I don’t want to talk to you." "Oh, don’t be like that. Let’s just spend the night together..." His hand started moving toward my butt. I pushed him away, and his face twisted in anger.

And also, they were keeping Jason, the son of Jane and Jester, from his mother, who was definitely going to take him on the wedding day. "Why is it so sudden, mom? I think Jason will be safe there in Canada. He has plenty of guards and maids, and he's in a secret place, isn't he? Jane can't find his hideout anymore, I'm sure," he said, with mixed shouting while facing his mother.

He tried to recall the events of the previous day but remembered nothing. "Who is she? And why is she in his bed?" Jason thought and ran his hand through his black hair. His eyes fell on the gold ring on his finger. He quickly turned his hand and looked at it closely. He removed it from his finger and read the initials engraved inside it. "J.H" "What does that mean? Jason Haward?" Jason thought. "Looks like my initials," he thought. "Why do I have a wedding ring on my finger?" he thought, and remembered the lady.

"Sorry, I'm rambling." "No, you're not," Dr. McGuire said. "You're making sense. Go on." She shrugged. "That's pretty much it." "I see." Dr. McGuire sat up, uncrossing his legs. "And you think Jason cannot do all these for you?" "Well, he isn't exactly a 'Romeo.' Jason loves two things. Money and power. I don't think I'll ever climb up the ladders above those two things in his life," she said bitterly.

And then there was Jason. [1. Strong Personal Code – Jason sees you as his leader, his purpose, or even his "higher cause." No matter what you do, his loyalty doesn't waver. He will justify anything, even if it contradicts his own beliefs. If someone disrespects you, he will take it personally and might react violently on your behalf.

“And I’m glad Adrian came forward and ruined your plan, because it’s delightful watching you panic after everything you put me through.” Jason’s face darkened. His eyes flashed, and for a second, I saw that same coldness I’d seen in my uncle a thousand times. Then, just as quickly, he softened his expression like he was slipping on a mask. “Lil,” he said, dropping his voice, using that old nickname like it still meant something. “Baby.” I almost recoiled. “He didn’t come here for you,” Jason said. “You know that, right? He came back to fight me for my inheritance. He’s a rival, not an ally.”

To the world Jason is a Lion, a hungry Lion, but we all know he is secretly a cuddle bear, I mean, with his whines and all. Though he was a mugger, we can't hide the fact that Jason is a very compassionate human being, maybe the most compassionate out of all the characters. Jason can also be a softie, but when he is provoked, or someone he loves get hurt, he shows the big bad wolf he can also be.

"Jason. Call me Jason. This is Jessica, my mate. And Aaron there is Janna's mate." She nodded before she continued, "Jason, I understand you could supply all the blood we needed for Janna, especially since I can smell that you are not just an ordinary wolf. But we can't take the risk of them having to wonder why you're capable of doing so. So we needed your son. Do you think he could make it?" Jason nodded, "I think he will."

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.