Jason Voorhees X Michael Myers の小説・ストーリー

"What?!!! What the hell did you just do Jason?!! How could you?!!" John shreiked as Leonardo remained still on the ground in a pool of his own blood "The mission is to kill Leonardo DiCaprio and the mission has been completed, take Francesca away and never show up in front of me again, the next time I see you, you'll be meeting the same fate as Leonardo so you better pray there won't be a next time" Jason said as he turned back facing his mafia escort

Hе’ѕ solid. Sресіаl Agent Jаѕоn Cоореr, оn thе other hаnd, is a snake. Nоw I know nоt tо trust hіm fоr second. He seems tо be out tо gеt me. It’ѕ bullѕhіt mасhіѕmо ѕtuff.

“I’m telling you, this would crush on Prime. Add some post-production explosions, bam….instant hit.” His security detail rolled their eyes. Most of them were ex-Marines. None of them were actors. As Jason took a swig of electrolyte water and high-fived a makeup artist, he heard a thud from the second floor. Then a scream. Jason tightened the strap of his tactical vest. “That scream didn’t sound fake,” he muttered, already heading toward the noise. His assistant called after him, “Jason! That’s not part of the….” “Relax,” Jason waved without looking back. “Probably one of the extras being dramatic.”

His head turned away she couldn’t see his face. She shook her head clearing the rage from her mind. Shifters only turn back like that when they die. Almost a way of hiding their true self from the humans when the end comes. Keeping their secret safe in death. No, she couldn’t have killed Quinn. She ran to him, but Storm and Finley got their first. Jason stood in her way, his big hands held out in front of him ready to tackle her if needs be but showing her, he meant her no harm with the same action. Mya turned back, her form shrinking in size until she was stood there looking up at the large bearded man that was Jason. It was at this point that the pain from her leg seared through her body a

His steps faltered, and we both tumbled to the floor while I landed on his bleeding body. I gazed down in horror as blood gushed from his upper limb, his face contorted in agony as he clutched the wound. Everything went blurry, and I collapsed, unsure if I'd passed out or left this world behind. **** Third Person POV As Isabel and Mavis shared a desperate embrace, Jason's men burst in, flooding the courthouse with loaded guns. Jason had promised to pay them off if they succeeded together. They descended upon the courthouse by a hired helicopter, his heavily armed team catching the team of security off guard.

he said quietly. I scoffed. “What happened?” “He is dead.” Mike whispered. “Jason is dead!” He shouted once more. I was quiet, as I pushed away from him, and kept walking in the direction of the hostel. I could hear his light footsteps behind me. It did nothing to make me feel better. I knew he hadn’t created some fictional character to deceive me. There was something in his voice that made me know that he was saying the truth. His fingers dug into my skin, making me gasp. He swirled me around, and I palmed his chest in response. I could feel the heat of his body on my palm.

I shouted before he was able to finish his sentence. I couldn't believe that he would say that to me right to my face. "If you don't want to die in peace, then we can send you back to your family to go kill them all moron!" He glared at me. "That would be better so that all those idiots would be sent to hell, " Jason's mother said. I wanted to respond but the look Dr Mike gave me made me swallow my words. Looking at the whole scenario, it was to my advantage. Jason wouldn't want my body after he knew that I had high tendency to have contracted the disease. Finally, I was free from Jason abuse.

A voice came out, causing a hush of silence in the room. Out of the shadows, stepped the least person I expected. He looked way different from how I knew him. And this was the second time I was seeing him today. Jason Myers. What was the captain of the hockey team doing here? In a place surrounded by such men? The fat man's face had instantly turned white. “Mr. Myers. I didn't know she had an affiliation with you.” He stammered, instantly letting go of my hair. Jason's eyes narrowed, “Now you do, and that hand…” his gaze zeroing on the man's hand.

The risk of Mike coming back down made everything ten times hotter. Jason pulled my shorts down to my ankles and dropped to his knees. He lifted one of my legs over his shoulder and buried his face between my thighs, licking and sucking his own cum out of my pussy like a man possessed. “Oh fuck, Jason…” I whimpered, gripping his hair as his tongue fucked me. He stood up, turned me around, and bent me over the back of the couch — the same couch where Mike and I watched movies together. He pulled his cock out again and slammed into me in one hard thrust.

he whispers, and I feel Jason step closer. Jason’s voice softens, a hint of tenderness slipping through. “I’m here, Liam. Right here.” A small smile spreads across Liam’s face, and he whispers, “I knew you’d come and save me from the bad man.” Jason’s eyes meet mine for a brief, unguarded moment, and he nods. “Of course, buddy. I’d do anything to keep you safe.” Watching them, a strange mixture of emotions twists inside me—relief, gratitude, and something else, something deeper that I’m not ready to name.