Jason Voorhees Stories Novels & Stories

Roger gets out of the ring and walks out of the building. Jason is sitting in his living room drinking his morning coffee, his weapon case is open in front of him on the coffee table. In the case is his crossbow and the quiver of silver arrows, there is also a dagger with a serrated edge. Jason picks up the crossbow and aims it at the TV across the room, he thinks to himself " This world is not as black and white as uncle Ivan has made it out to be. There are unnatural out there who are just living their lives hiding in plain sight and they are not a threat to anyone. Are there hunters out there killing innocent people, because of who they are? I need to speak to uncle Ivan." Jason takes out

“This comes directly from the Mayor’s office, Detective. It's not a request.” Leah bit her tongue. Her glare could’ve melted steel. Jason, meanwhile, looked smug. He gave a half-wave to her team. “Can’t wait to bond,” he said cheerfully. As the crowd dispersed and the cameras left, Jason found a quiet hallway, escaping the noise. For a moment, the arrogance dropped from his face. He leaned against the wall, shutting his eyes. Then the memory came. FLASHBACK- Fifteen Years Ago, A 13-year-old Jason sat beside his mother, Anna, on the balcony of a modest condo overlooking the beach.

Fia said as she ate her food. “Yeah,” Jason said as he tightened his grip on his spoon. “Ms. Fia, my name is Jason Evans.” “Huh?” Fia looked at him blankly. “The same Jason from the famous Greek legend. The Argonauts and the Golden Fleece,” Jason said carefully, worrying that she didn’t catch him. “Jason Evans? Alright. I remember it.” “Now that we’re friends, don’t call me Doctor Evans anymore. My friends call me Jase.”

Arching a brow at James, who shook his head, telling me he was lying, he shrugged and continued; I knew James witnessed much worse in his line of work, but I would like to know why this piece of shit was interested in Aurora and that meant leaving no stone unturned. "He left school with a degree in travel..." Jason laughed, looking at his pasty white skin that was covered in tribal tattoos and meaningless anime. "He put that to good use, though. Trafficking young girls around the world!" "Not looking good for you, Simon!" I shrugged. "Definitely not looking like anyone will miss ya!" I laughed, walking over to the tray of tools that Jason had brought out. I picked up a sharp blade and twirle

Jason sighed as he was cruising enjoying the ride. “No one would ever see you as someone who drives, and pulling off that stunt got me hooked. I know basically nothing about you.” Carrillo wished Jason would trust him and let him into his life so he can know exactly who his boss is. “Yeah with time you'll know me.” Jason assured him, still keeping it at the back of her mind that he was here to find the killer of his brother and nothing else. “Alright if you say so.” “You know the town better than I do, take us to the place where we can get nice suits and trousers.”

This time grandpa asked. "It's nothing, I'm fine." Jason fumbled. Sameer walks with the remaining shopping backs from the car's booty. "Sameer, no one is answering us. What happened? why is Jason hurt?" Grandpa asked Sameer with a commanding voice. "Nothing grandpa, some guys at the.." "Some guys passed comments on my hair because it's blonde and I got angry, so I got into a fight with them." Jason cut Sameer before he spoke too much.

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.”

However, we're not allowed to post the rest due to restrictions. What came to mind was a pale-faced Jason bringing me some bubble tea drinks from that famous tea-based drink place. I could not bear to see him that way, so I gave him some medication. As it turned out, he was unwell not because he had a heat stroke while queuing to buy me boba, but because he had jumped into the sea to save Sylvie's life. Even his attempts at repenting and making up to me involved her. I called Jason. This time, I heard Jason's ecstatic voice after only the first bar of 'Wedding March'. "Lauren! I've been waiting ages for you to call me! What's wrong? I'll come right over now."

I could sense the tension in his voice as he tried to avoid my question. "You also said she was traumatized and couldn't speak for a while, and her father, your cousin, used to beat her." I could see the pain in Jason's eyes as he reluctantly nodded, confirming my suspicions. "Kiera, I don't know if I'm ready to talk about all of that yet. It's a painful and sensitive topic," he finally admitted, his voice filled with a mix of sadness and hesitation. "But I promise, when I'm ready, I'll open up to you." I could tell that Jason's past was filled with dark and painful memories, and it was clear that discussing them would be a difficult journey for him. I reassured him as he took my hand in his

Earlier that day after Jason dropped Ashley off. He went over to the office to resume work. He called Tony, the head security to run a thorough background check on the Cooker family. Reyes had already announced him as the CEO that will continue the business. When Jason stayed in New York out of boredom he started sports and took training for soccer though he never really took it seriously he made a name with his gorgeous and handsome face. Girls could literally go crazy trying to get a picture with him or his autograph. But now he is back to take over his inheritance.