Jason Name Meaning Novels & Stories

"That's amazing. Congratulations, Dad. I'm... I'm happy for you and Luna Emily." Jason smiled. "Thank you, son." Jerome looked down again, his hands clenched together. "What are their names?" "The boy is Jake," Jason said softly. "And the girl... Natalie." Jerome's eyes glistened. "Beautiful names." Jason took a deep breath. "I've been watching you these past weeks. You've changed, Jerome. I see it. I believe you've learned your lesson. That's why I came here today." Jerome looked up slowly.

He asked, finally letting go of his hold on my hands. "Jason,” I began, addressing him by his real name instead of ' baby, ' which he preferred. “You just said that your girlfriend has woken up from a coma. And I'm asking "what does that make us?” My stomach churned as I waited for his response but I kept my composure. I needed to know what would become of our marriage since his ‘girlfriend'had woken up. The mere thought of him referring to Lilly as his girlfriend even though I, his wife, was standing before him sent a sharp pain to my chest.

As the door clicks close, she sees Sira's warm glances on her. "Jason is the son of my mom's elder sister, Aunt Drew. Obviously, my cousin brother. He transferred in our school last year because he was kicked out from his last one. The reason? I don't know. Him studying here, was aunt's idea because she wanted him to forget his mom's ugly past and focus on his own future. Long story short, Jason's abusive dad left his mom when he was just five, hence, raised by a single mother. AND you are stupid enough to go after him despite me warning you!"Sira explains.

Little Marcel who was four years old at that time walked over to his mom and he saw the most beautiful baby he has ever seen and the baby was smiling at him causing him to smile back. “What's his name?" Little Marcel asked. “We haven't named him yet," his mom said. “Why don't you give him a name?" His mother said to him and Marcel's eyes brightened with excitement. “Really?" He glanced at his dad and she nodded approvingly with a smile. Marcel thought for a while before saying. “I will call him Jason," he said and his baby brother grip hold of one his finger tightly with a little giggle.. “Awww. He loves the name," his mother said with a happy smile.

When Laura turned around, she saw the silver-haired Jason standing there with a roguish smile, his dimple in full display. She still couldn’t get used to how much he looked like his younger brother. The only difference she could point out was the fact that Lucas had two dimples instead of one. In fact, this made her doubt the reasons why her friend was dating him in the first place. “Yes, Mr. Lewis,” Anna responded and nodded at Laura before leaving. “Oh? Mr. Lewis?” Laura mimicked once Anna left and Jason smiled with amusement on his face. “Only the staff here call me that. Everyone else knows me as Daniel Zate,” Jason explained.

That was her name, it was nice to finally put a name to the face and it sounded so much better than little miss red. Jason knew it was the name to some Greek goddess and he decided that it suited her On Sunday morning he wasn't expecting to wake up alone, but he did, and all he could was that pay back was a bitch, he felt frustrated and angry, he had actually thought he had something with her and then she disappeared. And then Monday came and it turned out he was going to have to see her everyday for a long while because his father was about to sign a partnership with Rhea's dad.

If he had not been Daniel’s illegitimate son, I might actually have liked him. “What’s your name?” I asked gently. The child opened his mouth, but Caroline answered before he could. “Jason.” I looked up at her, then back at him. “Jason? That’s a nice name.” Caroline laughed too quickly. “Thank you.” I smiled, but inside, I was mocking her. She was so nervous she was answering for him now. Was she afraid he would say too much if left alone for two seconds? Daniel stepped forward then. “We should get going.”

"Is this some kind of punishment for what happened in the hallway today?" I snort. "You think this is punishment? I'm trying to help you. I made rules, Monroe..." "Can you stop!" I frown. "Stop what?" "Stop calling me Monroe. It's my mother's husband's name and I don't wanna hear it every five seconds. My name is Jason." Mother's husband? Isn't Grant Monroe his dad? But that's none of my business anyway. "I'll call you whatever I want. I'm your tutor," I tell him with a scowl.

I closed my eyes slightly and started the countdown in my head. Three. Two. One. “You’re not my mother!” Jason exploded, his voice cracking with anger. “I want nothing to do with you! My mother was a good woman, not a fucking killer! You—Eleanor Thomas—could never be my mother!” Eleanor Thomas. That was my maiden name. I smirked. I’d give credit where it was due; that was a good one. Jason turned on his heel, cursing under his breath, and stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind him a second time. Maybe I should really consider barricading them. I picked up my tea, took a small sip, and chuckled in amusement.

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.