Jason Todd Fancast の小説・ストーリー

Henry snapped, "Who on earth did you offend, you punk? Your scandals are all over the Internet! I can't even believe what I'm seeing! Did I seriously raise a scumbag like you? Gosh, you embarrass me!" "Scandals?" Jason frowned, asking, "What did I do to embarrass you, Dad? Also, there's no way anyone would dare expose my shit." "I don't know who did it, you idiot, but just look at them! I'm done!" Jason quickly ended the call, then glanced at the trending news. Before he even clicked to open the headlines, a new message popped up. "Enjoy your little army of trolls while it lasts. Took a page out of your book and returned the favor."

She'd left her vulnerable 10-year-old son at the mercy of a totally mad man. Just before they each got into their car's driver's seat. Brad motioned with his hands. "Hey! Don't forget we're attending Jeff's engagement party tomorrow." Jason frowned his brows, confused. "Who's Jeff?" "Jeff. My cousin." He sighed, glaring at his friend's still confused face. "The one dating your rich-ass die-hard fan. The one you promised to sing at their engagement party if they ever get to that stage." "Oh!" Jason replied casually.

“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

Judging by his behavior, Brent Donell must have been a strict man… “Who are you?” Mr. Donell questioned harshly. “This is Kassandra Eder, an amazing scriptwriter and a producer. I'm her assistant at TVM,” Jason announced proudly. Mr. Donell looked me up and down, “I do not know anyone named Eder…” “That is probably because my whole family consists of merely my Grandmother and me,” I responded shyly.

he declared. I groaned internally. He always said that. “Look, Candy,” Todd said, cupping my face in his hands as he bent to meet my eyes. “Jason is an idiot. A total idiot. If he broke up with you, then he doesn’t deserve you.” His eyes held mine, blue and earnest, and my heart fluttered traitorously in response. “Now, come on in, Princess.” He opened the car door and ushered me inside before getting into the driver’s seat.

Jensen’s POV After an eleven-hour flight and a lot of time to think I was ready to get this shit done. Jacob was waiting at the airport for me when I arrived. “Is Mike and Trevor waiting at the penthouse?” I asked as I climbed into the car. “Yeah. Most of the men are at the warehouse cleaning up.” I sat back and watched out the window as the city lights flew by. “Is there any word on Jordan yet?” Jacob shook his head.

"Stacy Torres is Jason's secretary...?" --------------

“I’m telling you, this would crush on Prime. Add some post-production explosions, bam….instant hit.” His security detail rolled their eyes. Most of them were ex-Marines. None of them were actors. As Jason took a swig of electrolyte water and high-fived a makeup artist, he heard a thud from the second floor. Then a scream. Jason tightened the strap of his tactical vest. “That scream didn’t sound fake,” he muttered, already heading toward the noise. His assistant called after him, “Jason! That’s not part of the….” “Relax,” Jason waved without looking back. “Probably one of the extras being dramatic.”

Creepy. "Yow Ken. You look so good" Jason complimented. I was just wearing some blue shorts. And guess what? I am topless. I decided that it's time to be confident. And thanks to this guys for the confidence boosting. "Thanks. You too" I say scratching the back of my neck. Jason and Ryder were wearing sandos and shorts.

My phone dings out loudly, which drops the mood which makes me glad because I'm already getting irritated. “Cassy, how are you doing girl, Yeah. I will be home within two hours babes” “Your friend?” “Yeah it's Cassy, she's in my place, we have to study together, we have an exam tomorrow”. No exams I just need an opportunity to exit this environment. I'm so exhausted. Jason drives me home that morning while he continues singing praises to himself and his mom. One thing is certain, he didn't for once mention Richard, and to think that Richard threw this party to celebrate our engagement.