Jason Name Meaning Novels & Stories

"Those are the most beautiful and fitting names for triplets. Protector, strong, and wise." "It would be even more complete with our middle name," Jason said. "Jesse, which means gift from God." Everyone applauded with joy at the beautiful combination of names. The three babies moved gently, but remained asleep undisturbed. They seemed to understand that good prayers were being offered by those who loved them through the search for beautiful names for them.

"Lance, what do you want to name the baby?" "I don't know," he said, eating another sandwich. "What would you like to name the baby?" "What's your middle name?" I asked, eating another p?té cracker. Lance laughed. "Jason," he said, and then added. "It was my father's name." "I love it!" I said, taking another sip of my juice. "We can name him Jason Steel, but then we can call him Jase." "Are you sure that you want to do that?" Lance thought for a moment and added in a low voice, "Name him after my father?"

"Answer my question." "You're not in the position to be naming demands," Jason tutted, "but if you really want to know then I'll tell you. I've found my mate, I've found my family and I think it's time for me to settle down. Don't you think?" Indianna didn't say anything. "I quite like this town," Jason nodded. "What I want is to stay here, without Greyson and his pack meddling with my business." Indianna's eyes widened. "You can't hurt them."

Jason heaves a deep sigh because he got a call from his Dad who challenged him to bring Carrillo to face Baby in a friendly race. “We have someone in my family we call Baby.” “But you all don't look alike, why do you refer to them as your family? Only your father looks like an older version of you. There's even a Jamaican in your family.” Carrillo didn't even let Jason finish, he knew that Jason was part of a gang because of the symbol on the jacket and the bus behind his father and the Jamaican he saw at the pickup point. “Baby, that's his name.” “The Jamaican?” Carrillo asked, as he poured himself a drink.

“A bastard, but a West nonetheless.” The words slithered through the room like poison. I felt my nails dig into my palm, my jaw clenching. But before I could speak, Jason, to my surprise, tilted his head and spoke first. “I know what that word means,” he said, his voice carrying an innocent curiosity that only a child could pull off. Gregory leaned forward slightly, amused. “Do you know?” Jason nodded, his little face scrunching in thought. “It means someone without a father, right?”

After that day, Jason took them home after the necessary tests and injections had been given to both the mother and child. Mrs. Potts was there to spoil the girl silly. 'What name have you chosen for the girl?' she asked. 'Jaselyn' Nancy said, 'For Jason'. 'Nectalyn', Jason contradicted. 'Because she is my nectar just like her mother'. 'Is her name going to be a reason for controversy now? Please it is better you agree on one before it is too late!' Mrs. Potts said amused. 'Why not allow her have both names? It is not unheard of', Nancy said.

But he wasn't a child anymore and it was hard for his big brother to realize that he was now a man. Jason rarely said that to him, unless when it was really serious, he knew he hated the word too so he must be onto something here. "So she has a name, after all, Jasmine…. She sounds feisty," He spoke like he was putting an image to the name. His eyes were squinted like he was actually thinking about something serious. Jason did not like how accurate his brother was. Gosh! This annoying boy was somehow always right. As usual, he had that smug look on his face that infuriated Jason the more.

“Now that we’re friends, don’t call me Doctor Evans anymore. My friends call me Jase.” “That’s not that suitable, I think?” Fia gave it a thought. “Let’s see… I can still call you Jason.” “Sure.” As long as she was saying his name. Fia smiled and said, “You have a good name.” “My mother gave it to me,” Jason said as he raised his head and looked at her. “Like you, I followed my mom’s last name.” Fia was stunned. “You don’t…” She was being careful. She was curious, but she was also worried that she would salt his wounds.