Mason Novels & Stories

Be rejected his mate both his betrothed mate and his mates from the moon goddess. Unlike myself, mason has a wolf and a very strong one. He is able to teleport to his pack and back to the city just in a flash of lightning. I envy that a lot... "You really want to get on my nerves," he said firing a bullet toward me while I immediately ducked under, dodging the bullet from heating me... "You took my girlfriend away" Mason yelled angrily. "Is that the problem? Sorry I am never gonna apologize " I said getting up to my feet and walking closer to him

An unexpected plus one soured Mason's mood. He closed his eyes, took a breath to compose himself, and when he opened them, his face was plastered with a phony grin. "Hello!" Amber, who had been all smiles with Alexander, gave Mason a frosty nod in greeting. In a setting like that, no one was flashing smiles. "I'm Mason, right-hand man at the Trio Alliance Club in Ol' Mare. Miss Chesire, punctuality isn't your strong suit, is it?" Mason's face was sour as he introduced himself, trying to come off strong.

Mason was always soo aloof on everything. So as he sat by the bar and sang his songs of glory to Sean's ear. The irritation he felt for his cousin increased immensely. He prayed silently for Jason to quickly arrive. Just as he thought, Jason walked in waving at some guys by the entrance and strode towards them. "Hey Jason thank heavens you here, Mason has a problem bigger than the earth itself." "Hi, Jay Jay" Mason greeted and turned to Sean. "So now I have a problem? that's the 'thank you for getting me a step closer to my dreams' you could have said since."

I nodded. “Thank you for that. Have you found out anything yet?” He shook his head. “No, Felix and Cornelius have been working on it.” I looked at him confused. “Why are they working on it?” He looked over at Lynn and she nodded at him. “Jensen, Cornelius is the Don of the Roman mafia. He is the reason why we were able to save you.”

Sure am sure my lawyer is already waiting for me at the company"Alex replied. Just like he said. He's lawyer and friend was already waiting for him. "Hey man" "Yo bro, quite a long time I've seen you". Mason said smiling at his friend. "You saw me two day ago" he said rolling his eyes at his friend's remark. He signed the papers and made the payment. Now the mansion belongs to him. Once the agent was gone. His friend turned to him. "So now what's next?" Mason asked. " I'll need an interior designer for the house".

a husky voice with a thick Texan accent responded. Yada knew instantly this man knew her, or knew whom she worked for. Unable to decide which impulse was correct, she gave him the lighter back. She knew they were in public and he couldn’t try anything to harm her as long as they were. Yada looked across the breaking waves again. “Forgive me; you have me at a disadvantage. You are?” she asked, not looking at him. “You can call me Mason,” he said. “I know you don’t I?” Instantly she knew the name. She had not heard it since she was seventeen. He was part of James Trenton’s private team and once a friend to her.

They attend far too many charity balls and such that I lost count of them ages ago. I somehow always found myself finding a quiet spot... away from everyone where I could breathe and relax from the loud people and the music, waiters with trays of food and drinks. That lifestyle is good to them, and lots of it has benefitted my parents to boost their business, but not me. And I know for a fact that my brother Mason is looking forward to taking over the business.

May scanned the compound well as she got out, clutching her purse tighter because she couldn't afford to lose the money Edric had given her. There was a rusty car, covered in dust with one tire missing and it's windscreen broken. It was parked close to the dogs. May sucked in a deep breath trying to compose herself and stop her heart from jumping out. "Which one did you say was your house?" She asked, referring to the seven buildings in front of them. "There. The cream-colored one," he pointed at a building that was almost out of view from where they stood. The Banga tree leaves had hidden it.

Mason asked as he put on his pants again, and walked to the basin to wash his hands, and then leaned against the door. Mason was a big built man, with tattoos covering his arms and his chest, he didn't have abs but it was very visible that he was a good fighter. A man like him looked dangerous and he was, but he talked too much. His talkativeness did not match his face or his body, it seemed unnatural. "I'm tired of being in this place," he said finally, groaning as he ran his hands in his long shoulder length hair that seemed to grow more every day, "I would kill to just get out of here."

What kind of school was this. I began making my way towards the front when another rough voice stopped me in my trucks. "She can cross the boundary. Choose a seat that you deem fit," a command tore across the class, making me turn around. At this point, it was clear I was trash, and there was a point that trash couldn't cross that I attempted to. "or what?" the boy who had tripped me down at first asked as he stood up. "There is only one king in Maslow High school, and everyone knows it's Charles the great," a proud voice made its stand as everyone turned around to look at me.