روايات وقصص ضمن Jason Vorhees

You'll be surprised too. ~~ It started on Valentine's eve last year. I was just leaving Stephanie's birthday bash when I caught a spill of light reflecting off a red car. The driver? Easily the hottest, most well-built jock I'd ever seen. Jason Coby. A tall, smoldering chunk of testosterone and ripping muscles. He parked his car and stepped out, the sunset hitting his blond hair at the perfect angle to give him that main character halo around his face… and suddenly I felt naked.

"He bought their silence." "Sometimes." "And the rest?" She asked, curious as always. "He used his position." She slowly closed the folder. "He's a monster." "Yes." Karma looked toward the hospital bed. Richardson Vance was unconscious, machines quietly monitored him.m, his breathing was shallow, his body was already failing. "He doesn't look dangerous." "That's how monsters survive." She turned back to me. “Must I be the one?” She asked. I held her gaze. "Yes Karma, because you're a surgeon."

An unread text from an unknown number. I blinked, trying to force my vision into focus. I swiped the screen. It was an image. High resolution, stark, and utterly silent. In the center of the frame was a man lying on a bed. He was pale, his eyes wide and milky, staring at a ceiling he would never see again. His chest was a ruin of crimson, a deep, jagged crater of blood that had soaked through his white undershirt and turned the sheets into a sodden, dark map. Buried deep in the center of that mess, right through the sternum, was a tactical knife—its black hilt protruding like a tombstone.

I take off my shirt, and like I've done every single day since the last three years, I begin to whip myself. One slash for Mrs Hayes. Two slashes for Mr Hayes. Three slashes for Alexander Hayes. Four slashes for breaking my promise to Lilith Hayes. Five slashes for being coward. "Uh...maybe another time?" Esteban's voice breaks me out of my punishment and I turn over my shoulder to look at him. "No. Sit down." Then, I turn back and set the whip down, picking up my shirt and pulling it over my blood stained back. "We have the Vietnamese cartel on our tail. I want you to find their base here in Mexico and remind them why other houses don't fuck with Los Muertos."

I saw the shock and anxiety that appeared on Hailey's face,as she looked into Jason's eyes in fear even as she tried not to show it. “You— don't —know— anything,” She said through clenched teeth. “Oh I do know that this is cheap and simple voodoo.” He said as he broke the arrow, just before ripping off her head,as blood splattered on his face. He licked off the blood from the tip of his fingers as he approached me. “And you saved me —again,” I told him with a light nod. “I guess.” He smiled. “And how did you know I was here? It's just like last time after I howled, you appeared and killed that old man, and now this…this is just the same.” I told him, with several suspicions racing through my

"And then, I need to confuse Hailey and make her doubt Zac’s initial intentions." Jason nodded. "I can take care of that. I have some connections that can help us." Then he went ahead and explained his affiliation with the vampires that live in Oklahoma, saying that they're basically his mother's kinsmen and they'd not deny him of anything since she sacrificed her life to save theirs. Aiden and Jack exchanged a glance, their faces set with determination. They knew what was at stake, and they were ready to do whatever it took to achieve our goal. I decided to celebrate our plan by going to a club and partying the night away. I danced and flirted with other ladies, feeling like the king of the

"Thank You. Once I get inside my place, you can carry out the plan." "Yes, sir!" the manager kept grinning widely, and James was like that too. Only Grey who pouted all along. James then walked to the elevator to go up to his penthouse, but Grey still didn't speak and came in with him. "Where's my mask?" James held out his hand to Grey. Instead, Grey reached into the paper bag he was carrying and pulled out a Jason mask. Jason Voorhees is the main character in the famous horror film Friday The 13th.

“I don’t hate you. I could never hate you! You’re my son.” At the word ‘son,’ Jason’s eyes widen, but he doesn’t refute the claim like he did earlier. So maybe that’s progress. “All those people,” Jason says quietly. He sniffles and looks away sharply, but I can see his eyes starting to water. “They wanted to kill me. They wanted me dead. They wouldn’t have thought about it twice. My mother is a witch, and my father is your enemy–it’s only a matter of time before I’m killed here! And I tried to kill you, too. My life is over. I’m just… waiting to die.”

Jason said while taking out a gun. He shot him in the heart, and that was it for him. Jason was really fast. I went to look at the bullet and it was hickory. "You know about us?" I asked shocked. "I'm a vampire hunter."

Jason Jason stood in the communal shower, water cascading over his tan, muscular frame. His body was a vision of strength and athleticism, tall and broad-shouldered, with every muscle clearly defined from hours in the gym. His short, dark hair clung to his head, droplets trailing down his neck and across his toned chest, highlighting the veins along his arms. The light glistened off his smooth, wet skin, making his already imposing physique even more striking.