Novel & Cerita Jason Part 6 Mask

She must be upset that Natasha is all over me. Jason walks over to me. Jason is my childhood buddy who hangs with me and Jack often. He hasn’t found his mate yet either. Jason looks dapper in his white t-shirt, maroon jacket, and black pants. His golden blond hair is slicked back neatly and he is wearing rings on almost all his fingers. He is a big fan of piercings, jewelry, and tattoos. Even though his clothes are hiding most of his tattoos, his neck is fully covered with tattoos giving him a sexy look. I wonder why he wears rings on all his fingers. The piercings and jewelry are such an inconvenience when one tries to shift into a wolf. I guess he doesn’t care about spending some more time

Edward sighed as he accepted the fact that he had to explain his identity when Andrea burst out in tears. "My head hurts so much and I feel so cold. Everyone hates me…" Andrea cried as she held her head. Edward used this time to wear his masquerade mask before walking towards her. "Stay calm and go take your bath. I called a doctor to take care of you." He said as he sat beside her. *What's the use of wearing the mask when she already saw your face?* He asked himself, but disregarded it to focus on persuading her to take her bath.

Her eyes fidgeted between him and her target before laughing nervously. "I-- w-who are you?" she asked before gulping, waiting for the target to fall to the ground. He chuckled lightly, keeping his gaze on hers. He raised his right hand and removed the masquerade mask he was wearing. "The mafia boss who's hosting this event," he introduced. Her eyes shifted back to him, having a clear view of his face despite being in a dimmed room. He had bright blue eyes, a defined nose and jawline, arched brows, and seducing pink lips. "S-say that again?" Keisha was flabbergasted.

Rebecca scoffed, the universe must really suck. Clenching her fist together, she forced a smile on her face before making her way towards the table. If she was in front of an enemy, she might as well find out exactly what was happening. “Hey girlfriend” a huge grin appeared on Melisa’s face as Rebecca walked to the table, “I am glad you could make it”

I said, looking past the wall of armored guards to where Lila stood. ​She was tucked safely behind Jason, her face a carefully constructed mask of horrified innocence, her small hands clutching his arm as if she were the fragile one in danger. Jason looked at me, his eyes wide and wet with a disappointment that felt like a hot iron pressed against my bare heart. He looked like he wanted to vomit, like the very sight of me was a sickness he could not cure.

Done. Pleased with the way I look, I grab my phone from the dresser, quickly reply to my mom’s last text asking how I’m coping, then slide it into my back pocket and turn off the light. Jason is already in the living room when I descend the stairs. He checks his Apple Watch, scrolls on his phone, a cigarette burning between his fingers. He takes a slow drag and puffs out smoke in that lazy, practiced way that screams he’s no stranger to it. The black baseball cap worn backwards against his tousled hair gives him a playful, boyish charm amid his confident style. His black leather jacket is oversized, unzipped over a simple white tee that hugs his frame just right, teasing the tattoos curling

No matter how hard he is to understand, his eyes give away the things he is trying to mask. "I'll pick you up at 6." He said getting up. "Be ready" "Sean.." I stopped him. "Yea?" "What do I wear?" "Something that suits my tux." He said, heading to the door. "Where are we going?" He flashed a grin. "That's for me to know and you to find out." ***

For your sake, I will be bad. I blink in confusion. I don't know what Jason means. There is, however, an image attached to his message. Hmm, now what is this? I open it. Immediately, my next breath gets stuck in my throat. The image is of Jason lying on his back shirtless, propped up on his muscular arms behind his head. His ink is on full display, and so are his chiseled abs and delicious v-lines that snake and point down at the bulge in his black boxers.

He seemed to find it amusing, too, as he turned me around, trying to get a good look at me. Now was my chance! My hands shot up, and I yanked the mask off his face. “Ryan! It really is you!” I gasped. His expression shifted to one of shock. Clearly, he hadn’t expected me to figure it out. The smile he’d worn moments before disappeared, replaced by panic. “Elizabeth… I…” His usual confidence crumbled as he stood there, exposed. The commanding presence he had hidden behind the mask vanished entirely. I couldn’t help but think it really was him as I stared into his eyes, but wait, his eyes were brown now. How could they have been black before?

I was hoping you would be able to continue your romance in jail together. "What?" Luke's reaction was the swiftest. His expression changed as he grabbed my shoulder. "Do you really want to ruin your career?" "What career?" I laughed. "Dr. Spencer, after all that digging into my past, you didn't find out that I was adopted?" "You!" The crisp sound of applause cut Luke off before he could launch into a tirade. James walked through the door leading to the rooftop. "What an entertaining show. Brava, Dr. Seville! Now, let's send the three of you to the police station to explain yourselves."