Jason Todd Fancast Novels & Stories

“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.

“You're not gonna take a shot at any?“ Darius asked, gesturing at the workout tools. “Nah, I'll pass.“ In just yoga pants and a sleeveless shirt, I wasn't doing any of the workouts. Wasn't in the mood. A thousand thoughts were running through my mind and they had my spirit low. Watching them was refreshing enough. But I had no urge to get into the action. The approaching light steps attracted our gaze and mine widened at the sight of Jason. He was dressed in tight shorts. With no shirts on, his tattoos were the only thing clothing on the upper side of his body. He had his shoes on and was taking sips from his bottle of water and holding a towel in the other hand. He was yet to look our way.