Novel & Cerita Mason Story

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"This I'd love to hear. Why a man like you didn't have a line of women at your door." Mason is quiet for a moment, and I think maybe I've overstepped when he shrugs and scratches the stubbly beard on his jaw. "I tried dating a few times when Caleb was younger, after I got back from my tour and honorably discharged. I really tried." He leans forward, checking both ways before he turns the truck to the right, taking us into the downtown area of Laurel Springs. "But so many women wanted to be Caleb's mom, they wanted to tell him what to do and pretend like they'd be around forever. After what happened with his mom, I couldn't just keep inviting women into his life. Half of them never lasted aft

She is literally a foreigner. "Mason is from a noble family and so am I, so that means that I'm the only one in position to help him get a daylight ring as we are also age mates. Unfortunately he has to wait for another five years." I explained. "two years has gone since then so he would wait for the next three years" I added "Oh, then that makes sense. Five years of hiding from the sun and living a nightlife, that's sickening." Mason and I were never friends so I never felt guilty about what happened but with Paisley's comment? I thought out of the box, I really put him in deep shit... Sadly, the person he hates so dearly is his only saviour in this case.

While the warrior succeeded in dispatching numerous opponents, his encounter with Mason proved fatal, as Mason swiftly ended his life. The king was so upset that he sent his guards after Mason later at night. Damian and he had gone to get supplies at Mason's direction, so Mason was all alone when they attacked. There were more than three hundred men, but Mason killed many of them and injured the rest. When the king came to the scene, he couldn't believe his eyes. He became humble and asked Mason for peace, begging him to be his most trusted man. However, Mason refused, saying, "I have much better things to do with my life."

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.

Mason says slowly, "but first, can I have some water?" "Of course. Give me a minute." I hurry to the kitchen, fill a glass, and bring it back to him. He drinks slowly, wincing as he swallows. "Here's what happened," he begins once he's finished. "I was punished for helping you rescue your aunt. They locked me up—tortured me. I only managed to escape last night." He shifts slightly, grimacing. "I came here because it's the last place the vampire king would think to look for me. I stole a car from a human and drove straight through. The vampire king mentioned once that you used to live here—I remembered."

Leo’s smirk widened, but it wasn’t friendly. “Mason Industries, huh? And what does a café boy know about one of the biggest companies in the city?” I clenched my fists at my sides, heat rushing to my face. “I used to be someone, you know. I wasn’t always stuck serving coffee to drunks. I was once married to a family member of the Masons. I know people who work there, I know enough about Sylvester Mason and his empire to give you information worth paying for.” He flicked his cigarette onto the ground, crushing it with his shoe. “Go on, then. Impress me.”

he said to me, and I nodded. I have always known there were two sides to a story, and right now, Mason sounds more like a spoilt bastard who expected too much from his best friend based on sentiments. I couldn't stop Marcus from carrying out his plan. He was a wounded lion right now, but I intended to find out what Mason is hiding because I knew his hands were deep in this mess.

Mason laughed and spat out blood, "You are clearly hallucinating, me? You? What Juhani charity event? I never shared any secrets with you, what's this fool spewing?" "I told you, I will kill you if you cross the line again," Kenzal pushed the people that held him. As usual, the people were gossiping and taking pictures of the scene, "You really did bring a trouble maker into this family, what was it I told you before you got married? I told you this girl would bring destruction into this family but you didn't_" Mason was still talking when Grandma's hand landed on his face. Mason held the spot and glared at Grandma, "Why you little," he gritted.

The Luna followed with something sweeter, more sentimental. Mason gave a speech that started with a joke about Erin’s obsession with timelines and ended with him choking up mid-sentence. Erin wiped away tears with a cloth napkin, then kissed his cheek. Then it was Elena’s turn. She stood gracefully, glass raised, and told a story about the first time she realized Mason loved Erin—when he canceled a long-awaited hunting trip just to bring Erin soup when she had a cold. Laughter. Applause. The kind of warmth that filled your ribs and made you forget the world was at war.