Jeffrey Mason Creepypasta Novels & Stories

"First of all, use the right words, you, not we, not us but you, because it's you that created the anti gay propaganda, not me, people should get to be whatever they want to be, I honestly don't care" "Charlie you are getting on my nerves, what exactly were you even doing there?". "Well, Mason owns the place now, you remember Mason, your old friend Grey? his son, he runs there, and I've seen it with my own eyes the kind of money sleeping in that place. I've seen it myself, you have no idea.

“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.

"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.

I grab a mug from the cupboard and start filling it with coffee, hoping to God the caffeine hits hard and fast. “Bring back memories?” Mason’s voice comes from somewhere behind me, smug and sharp. I squint over my shoulder at him. “What the hell happened?” I mutter, pouring extra into the cup like it’ll save my life. Mason crosses his arms and leans against the counter like he’s been waiting for this moment all morning. “The food was laced. Some kind of mild hallucinogen. You and Theo got high as hell. Good thing it didn’t hit while we were still at the office, or I’d have left your sorry asses there.”

Kaylee wondered if maybe Alexander was asleep and she would need to wait til morning, however he doubted that. “What are you still doing up?” Mason asked as he groggily walked into the living room where Kaylee was sat waiting. “I can’t really sleep,” Kaylee looked down at her lap. “The nightmares are back.” Mason looked at her sympatheticly. Mason and Kaylee had grown closer. They had both lost loved ones and that made them closer. They were now apart of a club that neither one wanted to be apart of.