Jason Todd Fancast Novels & Stories

Jason demanded angrily while rubbing his calf where his father kicked him. Coco is fuming. "You idiot, who would sleep untill eleven in the morning? Do you have any idea about what is happening outside? You are sleeping here without a care in the world while I had to deal the issues which have raised because of your incompetence" Coco scolded Jason. Jason is angry to hear his dad's yelling the moment he woke up. "What do you expect me to do all day? I cannot go out because I am supposed to be dead based on your superb plan. I am bored all day. What's wrong if I sleep for a little while longer?" he muttered with displeasure.

“Don’t worry too much, uncle. I can support you financially.” Jason was bemused at the offer. He had some illegal businesses but couldn’t let her know since he didn’t want to worry or scare her. So, he kept silent. “I know. I’ll look for a job tomorrow.” “You can rest for a few more days. There’s no hurry.” “Okay.” Jason’s gentle smile disappeared the instant Zoey got in the car and left. He could tell that she had been having it rough these years. Robert Jenner had been quick in destroying the Fultons back then. Jasmine Teller and her daughter were venomous snakes as well. Zoey must’ve suffered at their hands.

I spin around, afraid it will wake Jason—I am not ready to confront him about this, yet—but he just groans and rolls over, still sound asleep. I cross to the nightstand and pick up Jason’s phone and see from the pop-up notification that the alert was a text from Frank. Jason, for better or worse, is smarter with phone security than Chuck had been and has a passcode set. But I know Jason well enough that I’m able to take an educated guess: 4815162342. Jason’s favorite T.V. show of all time was Lost—as for J.J. Abrams’ T.V. career, I lean more toward Alias, can’t imagine why . . . Sure enough, the enigmatic string of numbers from the T.V. show works, and I open up the text from Frank.

All these news were hard to digest. ”By any chance,” Carter started, looking towards Eric, “do you know the name of the guy who did all of these?” Eric scrunched his eyebrows, thinking for a moment. “I am not sure...Simon haven’t really used his name but I think I heard him call the guy Jason.” My eyes widened in surprise. “Tall and well-built with brown eyes and blond hair with a scar splitting one of his eyebrows?” I asked. “Yeah. So you know him?” I nodded. “He was in the same football team as me and Carter. Still is.”

"You've got quite the eye, Vance! Good taste." My face burned even hotter at the blunt teasing. "Shut your loud mouth," Ryder grumbled, though there was no real malice in his tone. He turned around, offering me a hand to help me up, then pulled me by the waist, pressing me possessively against his side. "Baby, ignore this idiot. This is Jason. My old best friend and hockey teammate from Canada." Jason extended his hand to me with a warm, golden-retriever-like smile that completely contrasted with my boyfriend's dark aura. "Jason. Specialist in pissing Ryder off, and the actual captain on the ice. It's nice to finally meet the angel who managed to melt this monster."

"You're playing with fire, Jack. This is big. Bigger than anything you've done before." I leaned back in my chair, watching him with quiet confidence. "That's exactly why it'll work. They won't see it coming." "And neither will his precious Roth gang," Jason added, already grinning at the thought. Jared, who had been quietly working, clicked a few times on his laptop. "All right, I've bet on a bunch of amateur league sports. All underdogs. The mood of the users is tense, and there's already speculation that this is another ploy."

Jason let out a bitter smile and said, “No. It isn’t me. It’s your Aunt Summers.” “Mr. Yarde…” Not far away, Chadwick called him. Kayson waved his hand at him and said, “You guys go first. Don’t need to wait for me.” Chadwick nodded. Before he left, he took a glance at Jason. ‘Isn’t he the director of Triumph Realtor? He’s one of the top developers in Skyriv.’ Even he did not have a chance to meet someone like Jason. Yet, not only did Kayson know him, but he seemed rather close to him as well.

“Today was really tiring, Jas! The shooting was a total mess. I feel like retiring and opening a farm in the suburbs.” Jason laughed at his twin’s words. Jordan was a famous model and actor, who had won three awards for best actor in every film and drama festival, but every time he always complained about the same thing and insisted on retiring and opening a farm in the suburbs. “What else could it be?” Jason asked, now putting down the documents in his hands, giving Jordan his full attention.

I wasn’t going to shake that unless I had a reason. Instead, I called Jason. He picked up on the third ring, his voice raspy with sleep. “You do realize it’s Saturday, right?” “Something’s wrong,” I said. “You busy?” He groaned. “I was dreaming about tequila and a beach in Fiji. But sure, ruin it.” Jason showed up within an hour, coffee in one hand, a protein bar in the other. Same as always. Sharp suit. Unshaven. Like a billionaire who never fully committed to giving a damn.

Jason Jason stood in the communal shower, water cascading over his tan, muscular frame. His body was a vision of strength and athleticism, tall and broad-shouldered, with every muscle clearly defined from hours in the gym. His short, dark hair clung to his head, droplets trailing down his neck and across his toned chest, highlighting the veins along his arms. The light glistened off his smooth, wet skin, making his already imposing physique even more striking.