Jason Todd Is Red X Novels & Stories

I close my eyes, lost in the pleasure, shit, she may not be my mate, but it feels pretty heavenly. My mind starts to wander back to that tiny little redhead. Grayson buried the lead there, he could have tipped me off when I asked about the new pack members She was hot as hell, probably wanted her for himself. Isla was small but only in the matter of height. She had these inviting curves all over her body.

he heard in his head, he snapped my head towards terra in surprise, she saw his expression, "You heard that?" She asked, "Yeah, guess it works" jason replied, Daren just stared at their wrists in awe, "Dude what's it again?" jason asked, He pointed to the marks that pulsed with red life in them, since when did he get a new tattoo? jason thought, Terra stared at her wrists in panic and drew his hand closer forcefully, he shifted closer as she began to shake her head, "What's wrong?, a side effect?" he said,

Aidan smirked arrogantly, but he had underestimated the determination of a trapped bird seeking freedom. "Fine, I'll just play the video. I'm afraid that if I play the recording, you'll argue that it's not you in it." Scarlett held up her phone. As the screen flashed, my chest tightened. I covered her phone, stopping her from continuing. Scarlett struggled, wanting to keep playing it, but I was stronger than her, and she couldn't resist.

Joseph didn't answer with words, he just chuckled, a low, dark sound that vibrated against her. "That’s the only way to make her do what we want," Joseph finally said. Tanu nodded slowly, a dark glint in her eyes. "She deserves it. And guess the trouble news..." "That she was shot today? At her home?" Alex interrupted from across the room. "I’ve already heard." The rest of the crew stood stunned. A slow smile spread across Tanu’s face. She stood up, smoothing her clothes, and walked toward Alex. He was standing near Hadeon, who was reclining on the couch, a cloud of cigar smoke swirling around his head as he watched them with detached boredom.

he asked. I looked around for Lisa and she seemed so happy I didn’t want to ruin it for her. I decided to dance with the guy but I made sure I moved closer to Lisa. I didn’t really trust this guy so I wanted to be close in case he tried something. We were all having a good time dancing, I was starting to feel a little more relaxed. We all went back to the table to have another drink. By the time the night was almost over I couldn’t hardly think straight. I needed to get some air, I told Lisa to come with me but the blonde guy named Jason said he’d walk me out. When we got outside I felt a lot better, my head was starting to clear a little. Jason was talking about something I couldn’t really

“And two would be my fault, the omega and now Tango.” “Don’t feel bad, let’s just find him, okay?” Jeremy said and held my hand. We asked around and there was a search for Tango. Thirty minutes later we found Tango in his quarters, he was in his bathtub. Naked, dead and blue in the face, just like the Omega at the coronation.. I was shocked by the gruesome sight and saddened by another death, but then the truth was out! Wendy! It was Wendy all along! Jeremy and I rushed back to Ares’s office, my voice was unsteady but Jeremy was calmer so he spoke.

Jason said stopping Brian's sentence. "Is Xavier smiling?"

“Cute kid.” Jason glanced over at the person speaking to now becoming defensive as it was only him and the man standing there. The aquarium wasn’t packed due to it being a Thursday morning. Jason held his son close to him, protectively, as he stared at the dead eyes of Chris Sanders. He would know him anywhere just like Julissa said. His eyes held nothing inside and he looked rugged with a tattoo up his neck flowing down his arm. He was a rougher-looking Dan. “How did you find me?” Jason asked, angrily.

He turned around and saw a face that he hadn't seen in a while. " Christian!" Jason roared, heading back to the door. "My man! Where have you been?" The slightly older young man smiled, as he walked in. He wore tan pants and a wife beater. His bare, in shape arms were covered in tattoos. Though he had many, they all blurred together as if he were wearing sleeves. There was one on his upper right arm that stood out the most. It was of a large, red, fire breathing dragon. He had a small star on the side of his neck. His hair was night black and messy, his voice deep and manly, almost threatening.

The Red’s. The whole place was gloomy. The head of the family, Henry Red was nestled in his colossal bed, surrounded by a flock of people all donned in black ensembles except for the doctor who was in white. The doctor came from the nearby city hospital. Doctor Francis Somber had been Henry’s doctor since he had his license. He came from a long line of physicians and his predecessors had been trusted and reliable Red doctors since. “How is he?” A bony man asked. “He is getting weaker. But I am giving him the necessary medications that will make the pain bearable.” Francis said with a heavy voice. He and Henry were great friends.