Mason Story Novelas e Histórias

Mason narrated. "He got married to one of the elder's granddaughters, Quinn. Her parents were betas of my grandfather and came from the long lines of betas in our pack. Thus, my brother Daxton and sister Hailey were born." Mason paused, staring into the steam curling above the water, as if the answers were hidden in the mist. “I was too young to remember most of it. All I knew was that the people there… they raised me. They fed me. I thought they were my family.”

"It's nothing they can't handle. They would have shot their way out of that situation." My stomach churns. "I don't like that possibility, either." She leans forward, the kind twinkle in her eyes subsided for now. "You knew what they were when you embarked on this adventure with them. I'm going to tell you now that if you can't handle them getting into trouble, then you cannot be with them." "All they know is trouble," Mason says, stalking into the main living room and out of his bedroom nearby. He wipes his tired eyes and plops down on the couch. "It's the family business, after all."

She asked, changing the subject immediately. "That's a long story." "Meh, I have time." "Alright, but don't say I didn't warn you." He said, taking a moment to think before he spoke. "It all started back in the year 1522, about a month after my twenty-second birthday…" (London; February 6th, 1522) Downing the remnants of whisky that was left in the bottom of his glass, Mason slammed it down on the table and slid it over to the bartender.

Lyra smacked her tongue and shook her head, “It’s not funny, Mason.” “I’m from a Mafia family,” he said, the smile leaving his face. “I was born, and raised to be one. I was raised to live as one. My grandfather is the lord and has been ruling the empire for over fifty years.” Lyra sat still, like she was worried the man would change his mind about narrating his story if she so much as breathed out. When Mason no longer talked, Lyra said, “Come on.” “It only gets worse from here, princess.”

Xander, who was glued to his phone, mumbled, “Are you guys planning to teach him how to dance or something?” “Cold punk,” Weston snorted and Xander shit a glare at him. “Look, Ella’s just a free-spirited bitch, and Dexter is just trying to—” “Stop,” Dexter cut in, silencing JSethho. Mason quickly cut in. "It’s not about what happened. My mom’s sick, and I just need to spend time with her, that’s all,” Mason explained. “Professor Ste-phen Draven…” Dexter’s voice cut through the conversation. “You know him?”

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 have a little boy named Jax who’s six.

They had even provided us with a map marking the safest way to travel to the MacTire border. ***** We had traveled many clicks through thick and dark forests. A low-lying mist still hid the ground from us in the late morning sun that barely peeked through the treetops. “Did Silas ever bring you this far north?” I ask Mason as we pass yet another rock formation. “No.” He shakes his head. “He stayed away from the Lycan Clans.” I could see my question bothered him. Mason had been born a rogue and had served the rogue king Silas since he was old enough to gain his spirit animal. That was until Lamia tore him apart and freed the rogues under his control.

“Fine! Go ahead and speak. I'm all ears. But let me warn you Williams. It had better be something worthy of listening to.” I nodded. His wife didn't have a problem with me. I had saved her company and she had pledged me her life. But her husband was instead an obstacle. So I have to take things slow to win him back on my side and not only money could do the trick.” “You haven't heard that Mason is an orphan? He killed his parents himself and he went scot free. It was said that he had depression.” Mr Walker's eyes shot up. “How is that possible? He look so innocent! Where did you get this information from? And how true is it?”

Mason asked as we walked back home funny enough he lived in the same apartment complex as me and due to experience it took me a while to finally accept that not all people are evil, especially when you have a short experience of someone like Sylvester. Funny enough how I didn't hear from him again. “Well it was fun, I had friends and families, I had a job and I pretty much had my life together!*. Liess!!!!!! “I have only been to Chicago once and that was it, I went to my grandma's funeral last year!” Masin explained. Mason was a tall chocolate skinned man. He had a beautiful set of brown eyes and his hair was very much curly. His skin looked so flawless that it looked like hot chocolate.

There was not the slightest sign of someone having an episode. From an angle Mason could not see, she shot me a triumphant, taunting smile. "Cassandra, I'm heading out. When I'm back, we'll do the marking ceremony. Pick whichever ring you like. Don't worry about the money." Before I could respond, the two of them left. My heart slowly froze over. Mason was not even an Alpha when we first started dating five years ago. Still, he loved me deeply, and I could feel it. I was his first priority in everything.