Jason Mraz Wiki Novels & Stories

"All you ever talk about is how great you are and how grateful I should be for you. I got sick of hearing it, so of course I jumped out." Jason laughed, "Darling, I made you famous, I made you relevant. Before me, you were just another struggling nobody with a sick mother and a gambling-addicted brother." Ben flinched like he'd been slapped. "Hey, you don't know anything about—" "Don't I?" Jason's gaze shifted to Ben with surgical precision. "Benjamin Martinez, age twenty-four, dropped out of community college, three arrests for public intoxication, currently owes fifty thousand dollars to some very unpleasant people who have a tendency to collect debts in creative ways."

MAISIE My heart skipped a beat and my eyes sparkled with anticipation. Was I really about to learn something that no one else in the world knew about him? For a fleeting moment, I felt special—like I was the only person he trusted enough to reveal this part of himself. “What I’ve spent my life doing,” Jason began low and contemplative, “Is hating the success of others and taking pleasure in their failures. That’s who I was… until someone came into my life and turned it upside down.”

If you tell anyone again what you heard that morning, I'll kill you. Daniel's hard voice stuck into his head, repeating itself over and over again. "Mason, answer me, what's wrong with you?" "Nothing, I'm fine," he opened his teeth and pushed his cheeks sideways, trying to make Jason believe he was fine. "What's your name again?" Jason asked suddenly. "My name is Mason, Mason Pierce." "You see, we are alike, in so many ways. My name too is Jason Pierce, we look like father and son in which everyone mistakes us for."

“When you two were out there doing your thing, we were here doing ours. Right, Mace?” Mace giggles in my arms. I sit him up on my laps so he has a view of the people talking to him. Jason picks up his guitar and tucks the head under his armpit. Using his other hand, he grabs his phone and holds up a finger. “Watch this,” Jason says. He hits a chord. Head bent over his guitar while doing his thing, he reminds me of Papa Mace. I shove the memories and try to live in the present. Only that I’m not sure what Jason is doing. He taps on his phone and a familiar sound filters into the air. My spine solidifies. “Watch,” he whispers. Watch what? He motions towards Mace and I look down to catch my s

A faceless human being with a wholesome voice for me is the most attractive person I wanna have. The songs they descant are all from Jason Mraz's album. I was overwhelmed by the guy's remarkably deep voice. He has the right to be known in this academy for that way of singing. I'm sure that he's more handsome than other boys—and probably, he's truly a man, not just a "boy". Is he even part of our school band? If so, I have an opportunity to search for him on the website. The wild crowd perished when the professors and guests began their speeches. While our last subject for today started.

Jason didn't know where he was going but he just had to keep on talking, even if he meant calling Boris Daren his friend. "Most of the guests here are my idols" That was a lie, but he had to play the game. "Angelina Jolie, Danzig Sings, Feaisy Hatgran and the list goes on, I want to say thank you for making me believe in myself again". Jason felt like he was out of track now, but an idea popped up in his mind immediately; he was going to blend his personal history with his little impromptu speech. Jason stood up and began walking around while talking.

“Marrissa, I am really sorry. I should not have gone along with Molly’s idea.” I raised my head to him. “ Molly's idea?” He hesitated before nodding his head, staring down at the table. “While Molly and I were in the kitchen getting plates for the pizza, she suggested I… do something that would take your mind off Morgan.” I frowned. “What do you mean?” Jason sighed. “She said this was my chance.” “Chance for what?” I pressed. “To have you by my side,” he admitted, his voice low, clearly ashamed of himself.

Even if she's the rightful mate of the dominant Alpha but in his eyes, she was just a vermin that hinders his plan to have a strong mate to stand and rule by his side. To be dumped by her mate like that, Tatiana was hurt at the same time, she's in deep rage for putting her in this kind of predicament she never wishes to taste. Yet, her choice to decline was rubbed by him. Alpha Mraz is the root of her misery and feeling angry for everything justified her madness. She has the right to get mad, to resent him, to loathe him but why does her heart still yearn for him? Like there's a speck of puzzle that only he can fix the pieces?

"Jason found her through a man named Marcus Webb." I had not heard the name before. "Who is he?" "He operates privately. People-finding, mostly missing persons, corporate surveillance, tracking individuals who don't want to be found. He's not licensed in the traditional sense but he knows how to work around that. He's used by people who need results without a paper trail." She turned a page. "Jason hired him approximately three weeks after Skylar left. Webb is good at what he does. He found her within six weeks."

“Tell me about yours.” Jason leaned back in his chair. “There isn’t much to tell.” “Everyone has something to tell.” He smiled. “Well, I’m single.” I stared at him. “Very single?” “Yes.” “No girlfriend?” “No girlfriend.” “Wife?” Jason laughed. “No wife.” “Children?” “No children.” I narrowed my eyes. “You’re sure?” He laughed again. “Mira, I’m sure .” I nodded slowly. “Okay.” Then I looked at him properly. “So what do you do?”