Jason Voorhees Hockey Masks Novels & Stories

Most of the time, I dominated. When I entered the shop, I kept my face mask on. I wasn’t ready for anyone to recognize me. The last thing I needed was news spreading the next day. If my parents found out I was doing this shit instead of focusing on hockey the way they thought I was, my father would be furious.

His touch was the only thing in this world that didn't feel like a lie. He leaned down, his lips brushing against the edge of my mask, right where the ivory met the sensitive skin of my jaw. "Let me take it off," he groaned, his voice thick with a raw, masculine need. "Let me see the fire in your eyes when I touch you like this."

“ could he be the mask guy “ Cassy asked her self silently she only knew the mask guy as Fredrick she wasn’t aware of his complete name “Alright thank you have a nice day “ Cassy said opening the car door Cassy got inside , dropped her bag inside her room then proceeded to the kitchen to get something she could eat . “ is he the one , why did he not wear a mask ? I just hope what I ran away from isn’t happening again “ Cassy said picking a mug of tea She decided to log into the internet to get her mind off the possibility of fred the CEO being the mask guy “ hi hope you nailed it “a message poop up from her W******p message A smile appear on her face when she saw the sender “ oh jack what wo

The place is alive with activity—a few guys in hoodies lingering outside with duffel bags, and the faint sound of skates scraping the ice. Glancing at his phone, Jason curses under his breath as he steps out of the car. “Shit, I’m late.” I step out too, feeling a bit out of place in my casual jeans and halter top. Jason gives me one bottle of water, and grabs his hockey stick from the trunk quickly, slinging a duffel bag over his shoulder. “Go find a seat in the stands,” he says, nodding toward the entrance without really looking at me. I turn to look and see there are a few people present—parents, friends, girlfriends, whatever.

“That’s new.” Then, like a nightmare, the smoke shifted to reveal someone new. This someone stepped through it, slow but steadily like he had just one purpose in mind. But instead of helmets like the others, this one wore a bare face. Wore the skin of a nightmare itself. Jason. My eyes almost bunged out of my sockets as I took in his appearance. He looked taller than I remembered—but that didn't look right at all. He moved and twitched like every movement he was to make had already been mathematically perfected.

"Maybe not. The decision is up to you. I just did it for your information but I hope we're inside the hideout. Outside let's go back to the past and our hidden Identity, is it clear?" "Yes!" the women answered at once. Everyone had fun. "Guys, do you agree that we should remove our masks at the same time?" Astra asked happily. Dindo is just waiting to see what happens next. He wanted to approach and hug Amore but he felt embarrassed. He was contented to just watch his friend first. He was also happy because she was safe. It’s his fault why she almost perished at Regor’s hands. "Are you all ready? One, two, three-," Astra said then they removed the masks at the same time.

Jason’s door was already open when she stopped in front of it and smiled at me before leaving. I stepped inside. Typical boy’s room. Hockey gear everywhere. Sticks propped against the wall, jerseys draped over a chair, and posters plastered everywhere. Not just random players, though. Most of them were him. On the ice. With teammates. Mid-celebration after a goal. The colour scheme was grey and black. I sidestepped a hoodie on the floor and a stray Gatorade bottle before moving further in...

"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."

she managed to say, but Jason placed his weapon against her neck, and Allison instantly froze, gripped by fear. She could hear Jason grinning under the mask he wore, and even if he had revealed his face, she wouldn’t have recognized him because they hadn’t met before. It was Michele's suggestion to wear masks because Allison had seen his face before. "From what I heard earlier, you weren’t timid, so why are you suddenly scared?" Jason mocked, while Michael remained quiet. He chose not to speak because Allison might recognize his voice. "Please... don't kill me, I haven’t done anything wrong," Allison pleaded, while Jason laughed at her.

Jason. What was he doing here? Was he the one shooting? I turned to him. He wore all black, his face was masked, and his hands gloved. His eyes darted around as if looking for anyone who may attack him from behind. He walked to me. I wanted to walk back. Run… My mind screamed, but I just stood. I knew he wasn't going to hurt me; just something about him made him look so dangerous that I could hardly look into his eyes.