Jason Wilson Books Novels & Stories

They had heard rumors, whispers about an affair, questions about her ethics, suggestions from anonymous sources. “You’re being watched,” they said. “By who?” she asked. But the call had already dropped. Jason came home that evening. No suitcase. No apology. Just a folded letter he placed on the kitchen table. “I did some digging,” he said. “Whitlock’s in town. Has been for weeks.” Cassandra looked up from the sink. “Why?” Jason’s voice was hard. “He’s working on a project. A memoir. About his ‘life-changing relationships.’” He scoffed. “Guess who chapter one is about?”

Side by side, we walked into the main office, where all staff working directly under the Boss use, before going to our respective offices. The moment Jason’s eyes, filled with anger and turmoil collided with mine. My wolf instantly warned me, “Move.” She said inside my head. I moved immediately, in time to dodge the hardcover book he sent my way. The book crashed into the glass demarcation, causing a huge crash. My eyes widened in disbelief. What the fuck was that? Jason stood in the frame, his broad shoulders heaving, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. His eyes were feral, glowing gold, swimming with a betrayal so profound it felt like a physical blow and that was when I knew

The moon hung in the sky like a brilliant, oversized flashlight. Lila leaned her forehead against the window pane. It felt cool and soothing. Peering into the illuminated night, she looked out onto the mountain in hopes of spotting Marcus and his pack approaching the castle. She’d had no word from Ben about the rescue Jasper and the werewolves were planning for her, but this would be the prime time for them to do it. She closed her eyes and tried to visualize Jasper in his wolf form as he raced through the woods with the pack, but the pain in her back wouldn’t allow her mind to focus.

The atmosphere was unusually quiet and cold. Wendy wallowed in her thoughts, mumbling a lot of things. “Could it be that the strange man knows that I am married to Hilton and he wanted to take me as a prey to get to my husband?” “Is it possible that Hilton had offended the man?” She didn't know how to connect the dots. Nevertheless, Hilton was her husband and she was determined to be on his side. Soon she fell asleep. Inside a mansion. Jason was in his study room with his attention fixed on his laptop. His phone buzzed and he checked what the notification was about.

EVER. I will stand here ready just in case she needs me. I am her Guardian Angel, just like her mother is mine. Family tree- Rick and Terri- Ryan, Lacy, and Stacy Ryan and Natalie- Dylan, Curt, Colt, and Ian. Dylan and Hailey- Emma, Liberty, and Faith Curt and Shelby- Brody, and Trace Colt and Janelle- Heath, Laney, and Billy Ian and Chloe- Li Mei. This is the End of the Wilson Family Saving Series. I know it is hard to say goodbye, but we must. Love you, Awesome Readers.

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.”

Instead, he walked away, leaving Kaelen standing by the stairwell with that serious expression still on his face. *Even Kaelen can see something's wrong. If he can see it, others can too.* Jason's pulse was uneven as he made his way back to his room. Every conversation felt like a trap, every look felt like an accusation. The walls were closing in, and he was running out of time to figure out how to survive what was coming. Back in his room, Jason locked the door and leaned against it for a moment, trying to catch his breath. The encounter with the council observer, the showcase, Kaelen's warning—it all felt like pieces of a puzzle he couldn't quite put together.

I retorted. "Yeah, maybe all I'm missing is the towel that I'll use to wipe my sweat," Jason joked. "Seriously though," I laughed, "Good point." "Another secret for you to keep," Jason mused. "I don't have secrets," I refuted. "Everyone has secrets," he said in a matter-of-fact tone. "You think I have secrets?" I was seriously intrigued. He didn't acknowledge the question and opened his new book. "A bad boy that likes to read," I whispered, "still insane."

“Tali’s right. Andy needs a sense of normalcy he and Cathy can provide right now. Your priority is Eniana.” Jason shakes his head, squinting into the sun to hide his troubled expression. It’s the first time I’ve seen his rage. I’ve read it between the lines of the long, drawn out journal entries he’d send through the twin journals. Tales of horrors I’d rather not remember that bled over the page and soaked into my mind like nightmares I couldn’t shake. I could have stopped it. If I had been here, I could have put an end to it immediately. Jason rises and walks away, joining the group on the shore. Fallon looks up from the pile of seashells Koa just presented to her and meets my gaze.

We are going to have to take her out to the barrier soon to test Marietta’s theory and I don’t know how my friend is going to deal with that. Jason is sitting on the couch, in his usual sentinel spot, reading a very old book. I catch his eye, but he shakes his head while glancing at her. It has to be about magic or witches or something to do with his mate. He’s never been one to study unless it is absolutely necessary. This must fall under that category. Copyright ©️ 2025 Miss L Writes and Ember Mantel Productions