Jeffrey Mason Creepypasta Novels & Stories

With that thought I let my mind drift off as the conscious evade my mind. *abusive content* "You always disgust us. The dirt of the family." Mason said as he kicked me in the ribs. I am unable to speak as my mind is feeling numb. My tongue felt tied. My limbs were broken. My heart is broken. But even in all this, there is one thing I feel more than the numbness is fear. The worst nightmare coming true.

“Bring them to the basement. Now.” Brett didn’t hesitate. He bolted, barking orders as he went. Mason ran back up the stairs two at a time. In his room, the air was heavy with antiseptic and blood. Melody lay still on the bed, her skin pale against the sheets, bruises blooming dark across her thighs, the bandage on her wound leaking through. Her eyelashes fluttered once and a whimper escaped her lips, so soft it cut deeper than a blade. Mason’s chest constricted. This was what he had feared, this was why he never allowed himself to feel. Why he lost himself in nameless flesh at strip clubs, why he swore she was safest under his roof. And still, they had dared. Greed. Always greed.

I inhaled deeply and upon exhale, I started to quietly ramble off a list of everything that had happened recently, “Tristan, Tyler and Cassie are werewolves. A vampire Prince wants me to be his Princess, so he attacked Tristan, now Tristan's in a coma. I ran away and made my way to you. On the bus I met another hunter called Mason, who apparently is my soul mate. He took me to meet dad. I chose to come home to be with Tristan, and now Mason is heartbroken and is currently making his way to Jasper to kill him,” I inhaled deeply again as I finally finished my rant.

"Mason, wake up, please." My voice was barely a whisper, but Mason opened his eyes agonizingly slowly; that colorful gaze met mine, and a half-smile formed on his lips. — Pretty. Crazy. Mason winced. "Ah, I'd forgotten what pain feels like." What happened? Mason gave me a tired look. "I guess I'm not your hunter's favorite." You crawled here alone? Bleeding to death in a dark room isn't exactly a scenario I'd like to experience.

If he wasn't too worried about Avalon right now, Aaron would have probably noticed the tenderness in her eyes as she looked at Justin; her tentative gaze as though she too had noticed his recent reclusive behaviour. "Let's go." Mason spoke, leading the way and they all followed. Over the garble of music, the faint sound of Danny cheering 'chug' could be heard, but none spoke of it as they opened the door, descending down the dark stairs. None spoke in that moment as they shuffled down and Aaron felt a ray of hope as he saw the dingy bulb turned on; perhaps, she had come down here for a peace of mind. After all, this was Danny's 'man-cave' where he would often game; watch movies and even invi

"I know you think you're better than everyone else. I know you think this team can't survive without you. I know you're a selfish, arrogant, entitled motherfucker and you are just like your father." "Say that again." Mason's voice was barely a whisper. "Say it again." "Selfish," Jeffrey repeated. "Arrogant, entitled, is that enough, or do I need to spell it out for you? Rossi." And then it happened. Mason lunged. It was fast. So fast that I barely processed what was happening. One moment he was standing there, his hands clenched at his sides, the next, he was on Jeffrey, his fist connecting with Jeffrey's jaw with a sickening crack.

Or maybe I did. And that scared me more. ***** Later that evening, I sat outside my mom’s hospital room while scrolling mindlessly through messages on my phone. Most were from classmates. A few from teachers. One from Kai that literally just said: Try sleeping before you become legally undead. I snorted softly. Then another notification appeared. Mason: You eat yet? There it was again. That warmth. Ezra: Yeah. A minute later: Mason: Liar. I stared at the screen.

He laughed, almost in disbelief. “Oh right, of course, so let’s see; scary things...likes pain...gets turned on from being treated like a slave….” Mason did some mock calculations in his head as she rolled her eyes. “Yeah, you definitely turning into a freak like me.” “Oh, hush.” she wrapped her arms around his neck. “You said you’d make me cry, remember? You’re getting distracted.”

Amir shot long ropes upon ropes of cum into Mason’s stomach, while he was riding in euphoria I quickly took over him again, pushing him back to the bottom of my mind. Mason falls forward, unable to catch his breath as his body shivers from the orgasm shock, waving throughout his whole body. “Sugar…? Are you okay?”

One hour later in Tristan's office we were facing Mason, who looked at us with a confused gaze. “I knew you will do this shit” he tells Tristan and looking around he takes a seat on an empty armchair. He sits crossed legs and looks at me. At me, not at Tristan. “I am happy that you are fine.” he tells me. “And that’s because of you” I add and hug Tristan while Mason is watching us intensely, but that’s all he doesn’t react more. “Yeah, it is” and Mason leans his head back and closes his eyes. This man is damn creepy. What the hell is wrong with him? Tristan places me in his lap as he takes a seat on his Alpha chair and looking intensely at Mason , using his Alpha command he asks him.