Mason Novels & Stories

I’m straight. I’m suddenly brought back to reality when Charles King stops next to the gorgeous man. My wolf nearly growls when Charles pats the man on the shoulder and chimes, “Mason, everything is just about done. Are there going to be any more representatives from your company here for the press conference?” Mason. The gorgeous man’s name is Mason. Mason reluctantly tears his eyes away from me and turns his attention towards Charles. He shakes his head. “No. There are some issues with the company that they have to deal with so no one else will be here but m

” Josh ~”For the last time, where is Mason? Mason ~”I am here.” Josh ~”Where were you?” Mason ~”Out.” Josh ~”Where is out?” Mason ~”It's personal.” Josh ~”You on my time, there is no such thing as personal.” Mason ~”I popped in to see a friend.” Josh ~”More like popped in her didn’t you?” Mason ~”No.” Josh ~”Stop fucking lying to me!” Mason ~”Yes I fucked her.”

I text Mason to see what he’s up to and he’s free. Mason: I’ll grab a pizza and come over. We can watch a movie or see if a good game is on. ME: Sounds like a brilliant plan. I’ve got the beer. Mason went to college to take over his family’s dental practice. He worked hard to make it through school and for the last two years; he has been successfully treating all of Frankford. Mason has been too busy to worry about relationships, so he is in the single lane with me. Jacob and Dominic are the only two out of the group who have gotten married. Jacob and his wife Maizy

She quickly stood up and ran to another room. "That's awkward." I murmured to Ace. "I second that." He replied. "Ace De Santis." He grinned at Ace as he wore his robe before lighting his cigarette. "Alexia Hale." He smirked. "What the fuck do you want?", I hissed angrily. "I'm Mason. mason Horax." He presented himself with a smile, showing his yellow teeth. "Get to point," Ace stated, "We're not here to fuck around." He continued, removing his gun from his waistband and pointed it at Mason.

Greyson “Oh, yes, Sir, I’m flexible. I take yoga classes. It really helps with my flexibility.” She ran an unnervingly long red talon up her smooth, orange leg, thrusting her cosmetically enhanced tits out and continued waffling about yoga. It’s not what I had in mind when I asked if she was flexible after explaining the position involved occasional travel. Ever since I agreed to that damn interview for a vacuous gossip rag, money grabbing harlots like the one toying with her scrawny legs in my office plagued my life. I should have guessed they'd infiltrate my professional life when Mabel announced her intention to retire. And I should've known better than to mention my deep craving for a re

Drake absorbed everything that Mason discovered slowly. 'Who is this guy who is obsessed with Nyra?' He asked. Mason knows about his friend very well. If he consider something as his, then there is no turning back for him. Its natural that he is possessive about his mate, more than usual. 'He is harmless as far as I asked around' Mason replied. 'Ok, I will come back in a few hours' Drake said and disconnected the mind link. He can mind link with anyone out there if the other party is a shifter. Let it be a dragon or a wolf.

Arghhh what the fuck… I found my self staggering back a little as it felt as though I had just bumped into a wall. “ Oh I'm so sorry ” Fuckkk…!!! I know this voice even in hell!!!!! I looked up to see a red eyed well built Mason standing undisturbed. “ Mason Jones ” I growled. “ Ohhh it's Damien Klaus, my favorite business partner!!! ” Mason smiled as he stretched out his hand for a handshake. I stared at outstretched arm for almost a minute before Mom whispered harshly to me. “ Are you gonna keep this handsome gentleman waiting?!? ”

For a few seconds, I froze, my eyes darting from the video to my brother's cock. I finally got over the initial shock, and turned to the side, hoping to ease out the door. But as I did, part of me couldn't help thinking, Mason had pretty big dick. He was a big guy, around 6'2" and an easy 210 pounds with not an ounce of fat on him. His hands were exceptionally large, easily able to palm a basketball, and there was a lot of hard flesh protruding from his big fist. Why the hell I would think that?

Her gut bubbled to question the reason for his return for as far as she knew, he wasn't supposed to be in town until seven months. "I'm Mason, the architect," he self-introduced extending his hand with a pretentious cheer. "I'm Adrian," he egotistically straightened his grey suit instead, causing Mason to recoil his fingers, "your supervisor."