Jason Todd Phoenix Novels & Stories

I said to Lucas, pouring us both coffee that tastes like ash. Lucas frowned. “His family?” “Yes. His parents. Where he grew up. Childhood connections. The woman he almost married before me. I need the version of Jason the world forgot.” Lucas rubbed his jaw, then opened a laptop and began pulling files. “His mother died when he was twelve. Father’s still alive—barely. Early dementia, a veteran, lives in a care facility outside of Oxford. Jason was a scholarship kid. Bright, manipulative, always knew how to charm authority. Had a fiancée in medical school—Lauren Bellamy. She disappeared off the map after a reported suicide attempt.”

Tamara POV I stepped out from the bathroom and slowly walked around the guest room, admiring every bit of the interior in it. It really looks appealing. I got to where the shopping bag was lying on the bed, and I couldn't help the little smile that found its way across my face. That jackass… What was his name again? Jason! Yes, Jason. I heard that from one of his employees. He might be a jerk, But I think he really has a great sense of fashion.

I'm sorry for everything---'' ''---No, it's not going to happen.'' ''Please.'' ''No.'' ''Please, Jason, Please I'm begging you-'' ''Can't you see Sasha? Do you think that I can love someone? Huh? You really think that there's some ounce in my heart that I care about. That I am some prince charming, a knight shining armor? I'm not. I'm Jason Vella, a billionaire that doesn't give a fuck about anybody else. Do you hear me? I don't care about anyone but my damn self."

“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.

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

“This old man kicked some serious ass last night.” “More like they kicked yours,” Jason said, stepping inside. Dahlia chuckled. “What alley cat did you pick a fight with Todd? Just kidding.” “You two don’t appreciate my skills,” Todd grumbled. “How are you feeling, princess?” Jason asked. “Got a bullet in my shoulder. I’ll survive, well, I did die, but my mom shoved me back into this world.” Todd covered his mouth. “Thank you, mom,” he said, looking up. “Wherever you are.”

Miah asked gently, concern etched on her face. Phoenix, now human again, slowly got up from the bed, his eyes still glistening with unshed tears. He took a tentative step toward Nichole. Nichole instinctively took a small step back, fear and uncertainty mixing in her gaze. But before she could move further, Phoenix gently reached out, cupping her face, and pulled her close into a firm, protective hug. “I’m so sorry that you had to bear all that,” Phoenix murmured into her hair. “I promise I’ll make Jason pay… with my own hands, for everything he’s done to you.”

Jason looked at Barry and asked with a smile. Then he made a call under Barry's gaze. Jason said, "Jordan, it's me. I heard that you found a company called Wind Shadow Entertainment to hold a celebration for the first month of your daughter. Please cancel it. I don't think this company is good. By the way, inform Rocco. Just tell him that I said it."

Jackson offers. “Help me keep the elevator open, please.” Jackson walks past us and presses the elevator key as I guide Phoenix to walk with me. He smells of musk, cologne, and liquor that makes him smell very masculine. I can feel his warmth spreading on me as we are pressed together. His warm breathing tickles the exposed skin of my shoulder. “Call me if you need anything, Ms. Anderson,” Jackson says. “I said fuck off!” Phoenix responses. I elbow him that makes him groan. “You are a drunkass, Phoenix!” I snap and glare up at him, but his eyes are half-closed.

he said, jason gave a tight smile, "Is there no way to reverse it?" he asked, "Perhaps, but for now use it to the best of your abilities" he said, " I can do anything?" jason asked, "You are limitless jason, show the phoenix the power our bloodline" dad said, jason nodded as he felt the marks lit up and a light shone around him, illummino nodded at jason as he looked at his dad, "Even though I never knew you well, I'm glad I met you" he said,