Mason Campbell Book Novels & Stories

Private First Lieutenant Mason Campbell. She turns slightly, still buttoning her khaki shirt. And standing frozen in the doorway is Mason Campbell, the same one she ordered to run ten miles in full gear the day before. The same one who, the day before, publicly defended her honor when some idiot tried to talk trash about her and her body. Right now, though? He’s just… staring, not so differently from the one he had knocked a tooth out of the day before.

“I spent three years in that camp. We were woken up at 3am everyday, we walked through the woods carrying heavy weights to toughen our minds. We weren’t allowed flashlights. We were barely fed. We were beaten if we showed the slightest hint of emotion. Then I came back and was properly introduced to society. I’ve seen how my family and friends treat the less privileged. Where they see power, I see foolishness. There is so much unfairness, and only one part of society suffers for it.” I remembered the books in Richard Caldwell’s office. It was all about power and control. The thought made me sick. But what Mason says next chills my blood. “There was a boy, just fifteen years old, from a poor

My body throbbed, my hands were shaking, but I stood straighter than before. When I stumbled back into camp, Mason was there. As always. Sitting by the fire, eyes unreadable, arms crossed like he’d been watching for hours. “You don’t sleep?” I asked. “Not when strangers are learning to use knives near my camp,” he said dryly. “I thought you didn’t care.” “I don’t.” He looked me over. “But Raven breaks things she trains. I just wanted to see if you’d still be breathing.” My lips twitched. “Disappointed?”

Damon's pov Monday 20th December 2021 ********************************** Mason is moving in with me today. He's already brought his stuff and he's on his way to bring the last box. What he doesn't know is I cleared out a room and put all of his art supplies in there so he can have his own space for it. There's a small couch and two sets of drawers alongside his easil and a table next to the window for him to use. I can't wait to show him it.

And Ace freaking Mason. I climbed up the narrow steps into the plane with a strange mix of nerves and confidence. My eyes scanned the cabin and found him immediately—seated by the window, legs stretched out, a glass of champagne in one hand, and— My jaw twitched. Was he seriously reading An Enemy Called Average? I blinked again to be sure. Yep. Same white -and-gold cover. John Mason, motivational guru and self-discipline king. “What’s next?” I asked, walking past him to my seat. “Chicken Soup for the Crime Lord’s Soul?”

A fire that is dying. Empty food cans. Bottles that were thrown away. Mason was the first to descend. The others trailed behind. When Grayson got to the ground, he froze. I immediately understood why. The camp was filled with a familiar smell. Whiskey. Frank. He had been present. Lately. Very recently. Mason took a close look around. Then he noticed something. A stone-carved symbol. Easy. Sharp. The moon is crescent. Not black. Not a hollow fang.

I succeed in stopping my self from face-palming myself. "So are you going to let me in or what?" He says rather awkwardly. I step aside for him to enter. Noticing that he brought his bags, I ask, "D-do you n-need help with t-that?" Nice going, Stutter Sally. "If you want to. I brought it just in case you approve of me. Didn't want to make two trips for nothing." "Good thinking." I say. "So. My name is Mason King. I am in college. I am twenty. I don't necessarily like pets nor do I have any. I can cook meaning I can make a decent oatmeal and ramen noodles." He says really fast."Oh and I like to eat."

He attacked his master with a knife and took the book from there. "I knew it. You won't be able to get the book. Never." Master Qiang sadly died. "What is this? It is not the secret book. It is just a useless empty diary. Oof! The old man died without telling anything." Zhang Wei became mad to see the empty book. His eyes became red with great anger. He started to find the book everywhere. "oof. Where is the useless book? Chenguang why are you standing without finding the book? Search it." He growls and commands to Chenguang.

He removed his backpack from his shoulder to sort through it. "What do you mean? Can you tell me what's going on? Have a look at this," Lucas replied, pulling a book out of his bag and handing it to her. "This is from the counsellor library over on my side of camp, where I discovered it." Ava flipped to the bookmarked page. On the left page was a picture of a monster that looked like it had human and wolf parts.

I grumbled to myself as I slumped on a rock, giving up on moving any further in the dark. There were plenty of branches around that had fallen from the trees, and I thought for a moment about making a fire and possibly cooking something over it. "Oh, get real, Mara!" I snapped as I wrapped my arms around my knees, trying to hold on to what little heat I had left. "You are not a girl scout and wouldn't know how to hunt unless it was on a good bargain for the meat you cook on your stovetop."