Mason Forever Too Far Novels & Stories

It hangs too low, carving that precious valley that leads to the land of milk and honey below. I swallow a moan. "You call her something other than her name, your cut of the deal is gone," Dante adds. Mason shrugs his hands in surrender. "Fine, fine. Let's just stick to that topic, then. Keep things civil here, guys. We're family. Don't let some—" The brothers lean forward in their seats, eyeing him like sharks would watch a wounded seal. Mason bites back his next words without needing another warning to reach him first. "—Never mind, whatever. I'll just shut up. Tell me what happened with Felix."

"What are you crying about? Your cousin didn't do it on purpose! Are you really going to make a big deal out of kids roughhousing? And so what if you've got a scar now? You're already so plain, it's not like it'll make a difference." From that day on, the scar had stayed with me, a permanent mark on my body, just like the gloom that had shadowed the rest of my life. My soul watched a flicker of doubt cross my mother's eyes. She kept working to smooth out my features, but a phone call cut her off mid-motion. She glanced at the screen, saw Kyle's name, and her eyes instantly softened. "Hey there, Kyle. I'm coming right home. What's wrong?"

Never missed a gasp from her "Miss Anna Watson ..I know we have known each other for only months, I know you needed time , I know that it has become a hard life for you trusting people .. but the wait was too long ....i can't hold it anymore ..i want you to know that i will never break this promise of keeping you happy , i'll never break your trust ....i like you a lot .i do know.this sentence must have been heard by you .....coming out of many men ...but i won't ever break it . Its my promise to you ..i'll break into your heart ....i'll help you through those past memories ....

The ammonia was suddenly just ammonia again , biting, sterile, and entirely unhelpful. I was kneeling on the marble floor of the conservatory, my hands steady, clearing the last shards of glass from the broken bottle of lemon polish. I felt nauseous, not from the chemical scent, but from the recent, sickening proximity of Ethan Grant.

All I wanted was Air, Space, Freedom. Living with Mason felt like being trapped, bound by invisible chains. I curled up on the couch, tears slipping out before I could stop them. Mason had changed. Completely. “Hey” Chelsea chuckled as she returned with a bowl of popcorn and a glass of wine. “Don’t fall asleep already.” I wasn’t even hungry. “God” I muttered, catching my reflection, “I look terrible.” “Please” she scoffed. “You look like a goat with attitude.” I laughed despite myself.

And most importantly, I shouldn't feel bad about announcing it because the one person I had been concerned about finding out has clearly moved on. I must have been an idiot to think that Nora and I still had a chance together. She had made it clear countless of times that she didn't want to have anything to me, whiy on earth did I let myself hang on to the possibilities of something that was never going to happen? " And now, we want to invite the grandsons of our beloved chairman to give their speech......." The MC started and then continued " join me the welcome the youngest grandson, Mr Jason Hart " he called out as we all applauded Jason.

"What was a mistake?" She groaned, frustration evident in her voice, "The sex, it was a mistake, I was feeling horny and I decided to use you to get it over with. Besides you offered" there, she crossed her hands, proud of herselfof It was finally off her chest. "Oh, alright" he blankly answered, "Oh? Alright?" Susan felt like a million bottles has been broken on her head, was this guy serious? Anyway, what was she expecting, that he will try to make her see they had a future together? Psh!.

“Save you from this hell. We were supposed to leave this hell together.” “But we love this hell,” he pressed, smiling at me assuringly. This was the only time Mason smiled at me and it saddened me that I saw it on the day I would be parted with him. “We would love to die in this hell one day. I hope you can understand. This separation will not end our bond but will only strengthen us, Aera. Expect us to write to you regularly, especially my sister, and hopefully a visit as well. She really loves you not just as her friend but as a sister.”

Mason points his finger at me and only but shakes his head at me, “Leave her alone until she is ready.” “How fucking long is that?” Much to my further annoyance, he bursts out in a fit of uncontrollable laughter, “That can be forever.” Then the damn asshole gets the newfound idea that is only setting my temper to a new height as he points to the dance floor, where Raven is way too fucking close to the man that she so casually brought here for me to see. But just as I am about to jump up, I have Mason pulling me back again. “What did I say about given her time?”

Gone forever, meaning that there's no chance for that reconciliation ever again! For a prolonged time, we just sat there, each deep in his/ her own thoughts before Mason finally heaved a deep sigh and wiped his tears with the back of his hand. His gaze met mine, intense with unspoken determination as he said. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking, sis?”