Mason Campbell Novel Novels & Stories

I wanted to pour out my soul to her, let her know it was that bird brain Noah Campbell that did this, and he still called me a freak on it. My glasses are damaged, and mom would not even bother getting me a new one. I drew in a long deep breath as nurse Mira started cleaning the wound to stop the flow of blood. It was pointless complaining to her, in Brooklyn high, Noah Campbell is a god, I don't think any staff would want to go against him for fear of losing their jobs. Urgh. This is so frustrating. “There we go, all good.” Nurse Mira smiled as she placed the plaster over my nose.

Mason tried his best to bring her back, but he failed miserably, and with Mathew, two people died that day, Jenna and the carefree Musician Mason Rhodes. Yes. He too changed, he was no more the same Mason, he was the merciless Businessman, who fired people for just their single mistakes, and he was the person who worked day and night to keep his Father's possession going. There was a possibility of him leaving his passion, his love his music too at one point but his friends never let him do so. He can't play with their carriers, as he was not the only one involved, it was a band of 5 people. So he kept it going but things around him changed. He stopped partying, and going out with friends he

With his arrival, her heart was no longer in her performance. "Rosalie, who is this Mister Kane you're so taken with?" demanded a young man, rising from his seat, his expensive suit doing little to hide his dark mood. He was Elidor Campbell, scion of the powerful Campbell family from Walganus Capital, a man who sought more than just Rosalie's music—he lusted after her. "Mind your own business, Mister Campbell," Rosalie retorted, clearly annoyed at his audacity. Without another glance, she descended the stairs, her thoughts on the reunion that had been years in the making.

****Mason**** I wake up after a peaceful sleep. It is morning for sure but I'm not sure what time it is. The sun's rays shine on my face after I turn in bed. It feels warm and nice. I never thought that I would sleep with someone after coming here for some business. I reach the other side of the bed. It feels cold but I thought I would find her here with me. I thought we should repeat what we did last night. It was the best night for me for a while. Her sweet lily scent still circulates in the room and on the bed sheet also. I breathe her scent in my nose and I want to do it again and again with her. Her soft body under me fits perfectly. I thought that she would scream when I touched her bu

" Mason stopped in his tracks. He felt his movements becoming extremely sluggish. It took him a while to turn around and look at Hunter with vacant eyes: "What about you? Did you care?" The anger and grief on Hunter's face froze in an instant. Slowly, he crouched down, covering his face as his shoulders shook. They were all the same. None were innocent. None could escape blame. Mason forgot even to put on his coat as he left home to find the military camp director. The director's voice was helpless: "It's not that I don't want to tell you. "For this confidential research, apart from those participating in it.

“You’re crazy! Let us go! I am NOT staying on an army base where I can be blown to smithereens just because you think it’s ‘safer’!” “Hailstorm, calm down hun” Killer said, placing a hand on the girl’s shoulder, “Let’s just speak about this calmly” Hayley let out a sigh, but didn’t say anything. “Is this really an army camp?” the blonde one asked, finally speaking. “Kind of – it’s a training camp” Mason responded. “Are we in danger of being – as Hailstorm said – blown to smithereens?” Mason shook his head, “We’re perfectly safe”

My name was Declan Ziegler. I worked as a gatekeeper and security guard at a junior college. I ate, slept, and spent all my time on campus, with hardly a chance to go home and be intimate with my wife. It had been so long without any real release that the strain built up day after day. Late at night, when everything was quiet, it felt as if a restless heat would burn inside me, stirring up inappropriate thoughts that wouldn't settle. The hours for campus security were long, and there was no outlet for the stress. I didn't know how anyone was supposed to put up with it.

I will be waiting here". Mason ushered Callum to go to the washroom. He checked himself in the mirror for one more time before exiting the room, following Mason downstairs to the study as he said. Mason opened the door to yet another big room. It had book shelves neatly arranged with thousands of copies. A fireplace. Dark colored carpet under the feet. It had sofas, couches. And a working table at the other end. Since Callum loved to read books, this room was so far his favorite. Well between the room given to him and the dining hall. Callum POV *******

My wolf shrank inside me. Mason stopped at the edge of the clearing. “Welcome to nowhere,” he said. Dozens of gazes turned our way. Conversations fell silent. The camp smelled of wet fur, cheap whiskey, and desperation. “Who’s the stray?” a voice called from near the fire. Mason didn’t answer. “She’s pack,” another sneered. “You bringin’ us Silverclaw’s trash now, Mason?” My throat went dry. “She’s with me,” Mason said simply. His tone was enough to make most of them look away.

I reached for the knife in my boot. But Marcus was faster. He spun. Fired. The bullet hit my good shoulder. Pain exploded. White-hot. Blinding. I fell back. Hit concrete. Tasted blood. Then everything happened at once. The warehouse exploded with wolves. Lycian burst through a window. Shifted mid-air. His wolf is massive. Golden. Furious. Cade came through the east entrance. Damien through the west. All converging on Marcus. Marcus tried to run. Didn’t make it three steps.