Mason Novels & Stories

Mason questioned with the brightest smile ever, “I am happy to see you.” “Me too, did you brother see you already?” I asked and he nodded his head, “The Queen?” “I haven't seen the Queen yet, I don’t want to spoil her day but Grandma and Ava were excited to see me,” Mason made faces as he said. Mason was Tristan's step brother from a palace maid, so Tristan’s mother wasn’t fond of him, matter of fact she doesn’t like him. Mason brought his hand forward, “Let’s walk together,” I smiled at him and placed my hand on his hand and we walked together downstairs.

The crisp voice of Mason Granger made me feel like I was a mean girl, and not a doctor of good reputation. ​

That is why I hired Mason. Mason is a sophomore at the local university, majoring in kinesiology. Tall — six-one at least with lean, soccer-player muscle, sandy blond hair that falls into hazel eyes, and a smile that is equal parts boyish and dangerous. He started babysitting for me six months ago after I posted in the neighborhood F******k group. The kids adore him. He plays Fortnite with Max for hours, lets Lily paint his nails, and somehow gets them both in bed on time without a single meltdown. I have always appreciated him. Paid him well. Tipped extra. Pretended I didn’t notice how his T-shirts cling to his chest or how his

Grant. Wearing nothing but compression shorts and a cocky-ass grin. Shirtless. Chest gleaming with sweat. Arms flexed. Hair damp and messy. He looked like a fucking ad. Like someone dropped a Calvin Klein model in the middle of our locker room. “What the hell do you want?” Malik snapped, stepping in front of me. “I came to say hi,” Mason said casually. “Didn’t get to catch up after the game.” “We’re not in the mood,” Liam growled.

he said, throwing a file my way. I went through the file and found out that Mason was stripped of his license a long time ago in Canada because he became obsessed with a married woman, drugged her, and made her pregnant. The name of the woman is Mavis... This is the same woman who always disrespects my wife. What game is Mason playing? I look at the two newfound family favorites and smirk.

He wore it short like his brothers, yet he had the top part of his hair, the longer part tied back out of his eyes. Axel whispered in Archer’s ear, very quickly like Aiden had done to him. His eyes darted to me, and he smiled. They were the most breath-taking shade of amethyst I had ever seen. I’m sure my mouth was hanging open; I wouldn’t be surprised if I were drooling too. Before I knew it, the three brothers were focused back on the task at hand. “Hey guys, I’m Mason; anything you need, don’t hesitate to ask,” Mason introduced himself, and my stomach slammed back into place; there was nothing quite like a massive douche bag

"So, Talon, I hear you finally took the plunge." Mason's voice brought me back from my thoughts. "Yep, what of it?" "Nothing, nothing, just saying welcome to the club." Mason was about as crazy about Kinsley as the men in my family were about their wives. Only thing is I think he was missing the real crazy gene, he got an extra helping of gentleman instead. Bastard thinks he's fucking Rhett Butler or some shit. "I'm not whipped dude, not like the rest of you clowns anyway."

he shrugged his shoulder indifferently. How on Earth did Mason the Globetrotter turned out to be the Alpha King?

I didn't like that I wasn't able to find the Lunarry spell and didn't even have a plan at hand. I decided to take a longer route to get home. I needed to clear my head and walking usually helped. It wasn't helping now but it had in the past. “Yo kid," Mason yelled out to me. Mason was sitting in the front of his little club all alone. He was drunk. Very drunk. As I drew closer to him, the stench of whiskey made me quite uncomfortable. Geez! People really do drink way too much. I had never understood this. People would drink too much, knowing very well what would happen.