Mason Story Mga Nobela at Kwento

Me. “You coming?” He shoots his head back inside. I nod and step out of his pickup and follow him into Mason’s breakfast bar. It’s a quirky joint, all brick and wood on the outside with a large timber door. The sign is black slate with white paint on it in large capital letters, MASON’S BREAKFAST BAR. Old man Mason has owned the joint for longer than my daddy has been alive. Rumor has it that old man Mason is in his eighties. Well you wouldn’t think it to look at him.

(Mason) The Warren Global Foundation gala is on Saturday, and I’ve spent most of Friday afternoon trying to talk myself out of what I’m about to do. I’m not winning the argument. The argument keeps going like this. Mason. You’re a grown man. You own a mergers and acquisitions firm. You’re about to weaponize a twenty-six-year-old woman whose primary crime is being too sincere about wellness, in order to provoke a public outburst from the husband of the woman you’re in love with.

"Start talking. Now." Mason spoke first, the words pouring out like he'd been holding them back for years. He told me about joining the Void Hunters after his parents' mysterious death, about hunting celestial beings thinking they were monsters. About finally realizing the truth and trying to leave, only to be drawn back in when they threatened his pack. "I've spent years trying to make up for what I did," he finished, his eyes pleading for understanding. "When I met you, when I realized what you were... I swore I'd never let them harm another celestial being."

“But things haven’t been an easy ride for us, either. We had to stand back and watch you date our mate, even though our wolves were tearing us apart. You were there when our daughter was born. That’s a memory we’ll never have. Our father is trying to kill us. Life sucks, man, all we can do is deal with it.” Mason shifts back and looks at me. “I loved her,” he says, broken and defeated. “I can’t go back, it’s too hard.” “Oh, boo-hoo,” I roll my eyes, and he growls at me. “You have survived much worse than a broken heart. But I’m not going to beg you. If you want to curl up and die, go for it. But for the love of the Goddess, go do it where you don’t leave a trace towards the cabin.”

The direction which the wolves went came set of young persons and one of them approached the two love birds. “Hi, I am Mason and these are my friends” Mason said as he pointed at the direction of his friends who also approached them to introduce themselves. “This is Levi, Carl, Ben, Joyce, and Lawrence” Mason said as he pointed at each of them calling them by their names. “We are rogues who had been sent into exile by our pack members for no reason”. Mason said with a sad face clearly, that they didn't commit the offence to which they were accused. “Mason, it seems you are the only one doing the talking, these two haven’t been properly introduced” said Levi who apparently was getting bored o

“Hehe, I know that you guys don’t know anything. Things are worse than you can imagine. In that case, let me enlighten you.” Mason told them everything he knew. He clearly knew a lot of inside information that was given to him by the people of Deadly Arena.

-Thank you very much, I will try to remember a number so I can call. Mason was a person who trusted too much, even that he would never lose his mobile phone and also contact with the outside, he also lost his documents and was about to enter surgery, it would be more difficult to find his family, fortunately he knew that Hernán would look for him soon, he was the only one who knew where he had gone, So he just had to rely on his friend.

I asked him slowly, hoping to get an answer from him. “Ryker and I never really get along, we just have different personalities. There was a time when my family visited theirs for Christmas. The both of us somehow ended up getting into a fight, I beat him up and broke one of his teeth.” Mason said as he folded his arms across his chest and watched me closely, it was so hard not to stare at his biceps. “Wait, what!?” I asked him, trying to contain my laugh. I didn’t know why I found that funny. But Mason beat up Ryker? If Mason hadn’t told me about his training with his sister and military guys, I wouldn’t have believed what he just said.

He was just driven by the fact that he may not get this kinda opportunity soon. Since no one was ready to let the cat outta the bag, he might as well go in search of the bag and let it out himself. He has been patient enough even though that’s absolutely not his cup of tea. ‘I’m gonna get my answers tonight.’ Mason was determined. He got to the house and made his way straight to the don’s office. He opened his office doors using his fingerprints as usual and it opened. He walked in and went straight to the safe his dad always kept his operation records in. When it scanned his fingerprint however, it never opened.

It's because they have known each other for a long time but how? Mobius and Professor encountered each other in a classic cafe maybe eighty years ago. Where Professor ordered black coffee without sugar, and Mobius ordered the same coffee. And it made Professor excited and he asked him what was the reason behind his order. Mobius smiled, 'I can ask the same thing. Well, I love that bitter taste of coffee. So I ordered.' "I like the reason. By the way, I am Professor son of Dr Miles Geneolla." 'Professor Miles… Wow! Your father is an inspiration for all of us. Myself Mobius, one of your father's students. It's nice to meet you Sir.'