Jason Voorhees Hockey Masks の小説・ストーリー

“Come on.” They slid in, and the car pulled away from the curb. As the city lights blurred past, she turned to him. “Are you going to tell me now?” “No.” “Jason.” He let her stew for a few more minutes, then reached into his pocket and pulled out a black sleep mask. Her brows shot up. “What—?” “Turn,” he cut her off gently. She hesitated for a moment, then turned her head obediently. He slipped the mask over her eyes.

He wore a mask and a hoodie so no one was able to recognize him. “Your car is still a virgin Carrillo.” “Yes, it is, Mario. Sadly, it's not mine, it belongs to my boss.” Carrillo shook hands with Mario as everyone was happy to see Carrillo, knowing that it had been a while since he raced. “It can't measure up to mine. I have enough nitro to take me around the block, so basically I'll be flying and you won't even see my lights.” Mario challenged Jason. “So you wanna race?” Jason asked,

**Quinn's POV** "Ouch." I winced every time the mask made contact with my cheeks or lips. However, no matter what, I still had to go to work even with a bruised face. To cover it up, I put on a second layer of mask. Thankfully the minimarket where I work allows me to wear it after I've given a reason I’m catching a cold. But the problem now is, I have to work at the S-T Arena, where the Frost Maple ice hockey athletes practice. I absolutely couldn't claim to have a cold or I'd get kicked out because they'd be afraid I might spread it to them.

"You look amazing. Just enjoy the night." I tried to return his smile. "I'll try." Before I could say anything more, Jason came barreling toward us with Lily in tow. His shirt was shiny silver and he wore tinted blue glasses like he was some kind of Y2K pop star. "There's my favorite pumpkin!" Jason grinned while pulling me into a side hug. "You look like a Bratz doll, pumpkin. In the best way." I laughed while shaking my head. "Jason, you're literally glowing. That shirt is blinding."

She must be upset that Natasha is all over me. Jason walks over to me. Jason is my childhood buddy who hangs with me and Jack often. He hasn’t found his mate yet either. Jason looks dapper in his white t-shirt, maroon jacket, and black pants. His golden blond hair is slicked back neatly and he is wearing rings on almost all his fingers. He is a big fan of piercings, jewelry, and tattoos. Even though his clothes are hiding most of his tattoos, his neck is fully covered with tattoos giving him a sexy look. I wonder why he wears rings on all his fingers. The piercings and jewelry are such an inconvenience when one tries to shift into a wolf. I guess he doesn’t care about spending some more time

He comments. "No doubt. Now hurry up, good ones never wait." He gets under the blanket without wasting any further time. She was wearing one of his white t-shirts for the night. The neck of the shirt being slightly bigger than her fitting, revealed her cleavage more than little which allowed Jason to smirk proudly at the art pieces he painted on her skin.

He hated the smell of hospitals... It nauseated him to the brim. Everyone there always looked somewhat depressed and pitiable and it wasn't a nice feeling at all. Jason adjusted his black nose mask which he intentionally wore to prevent excessive inhalation of the hospital antiseptics and drugs that had become a permanent smell.