Mason Thames Age Novels & Stories

Damon ~“She is more than thrilled, to think, a bunch of fourteen-year-olds has made it all the way to here.” Mason ~“Like we always said, the three musketeers.” We have come a long way. I am a twenty-four-year old that runs a multibillion company but I cannot even run my own love life. Mason ~“I must say, I can't believe you hooked up with Tajsa that is some serious sweet ass right there.” Damon ~“Please don't remind my hard-on.” Mason ~“And Brody punching you, now that shit was hilarious. You do know that Skye saw it?”

Mason panicked as Gerbert asked, picking up a spoonful of sugar. "No! No sugar! Ophelia is going to murder me if she finds out I had so much sugar!" Gerbert chuckled as Mason exclaimed. "I believe your little girl is all grown up now?" "She is now 27 years old." Mason proudly said accepting the cup of tea from Gerbert. "I last saw her when she was leaving for the Air Force. What is she doing nowadays? Still in the Air Force?" Gerbert exclaimed as he walked down memory lane, and Mason nodded.

He laughed again and I had the blessed opportunity of having a good look at him. Mason should definitely be between the ages of twenty eight to thirty, but it's like his body stopped growing at the age of twenty three. Talk about aging gracefully. His blue eyes and blonde hair were his catching features, but the way his right brow lifted whenever he asked a question was becoming one of my favorite pictures. His full pink lips spread apart to expose a set of perfectly arranged, white teeth. He was taller than me by a complete head and I really liked it. It gave me that aura of someone who can be your support and protection.

The three masked men who were in the lead exclaimed at the same time. “According to records, Mason is almost 130 years old, and he is already the longest-living person on earth. All his physical functions have fallen to the lowest point, and it is difficult to say whether he still even has combat abilities. It’s impossible that he still wants to wipe out all the major forces,” one of the masked men said after calming himself down.

Danica responded taking a deep breath and then releasing it. Smiling Mason nodded. "That's great." Back to reality a sudden thought occurred for Danica. "Mason, why are you concerning yourself with me?" Mason Thompson was three years older than Danica and an extreme playboy. He had been a senior when Danica was a freshmen in high school and anytime she would see him around the halls or on the quad he would be with a different girl. Looking taken aback Mason frowned, "Do you not feel it?" He asked his expression turning to confusion.

A random shopper walks between us, completely oblivious to the charged atmosphere, whistling as he splits our tense group. “How old are you, Mason?” Arabella asks, shifting her attention. “I’ll be 29 in two months... so that makes me... 28, I believe?” Mason says, turning to me for confirmation. “I think so,” I nod. “So, you’re into older men,” Arabella states flatly, making both Mason and me freeze. Even Jace looks taken aback by her bluntness. Mason recovers first. “Not really. She’s just my sugar baby,” he says, his face dead serious.

I blink in confusion, scanning my memory for what next week might be about. "I knew you would have forgotten," Mason says with a hint of exasperation. "My birthday!" "Ah!" I exclaim, remembering. Mason and I are from different worlds. He has the luxury of celebrating birthdays, with an accomplished family and a set path after college. He works as a data analyst in a company owned by a family friend. We met at the hospital where my mom worked as a nurse, discovered we attended the same high school, and became close friends. Mason will be turning 26 this Saturday, three days from now, and a couple of months before my own birthday.

Knowing Mason also had a weird sense about the scene was good. She had watched him before on scenes, and she did enjoy him and his weird sense of humor and honor. He was not bad looking, she thought to herself though she often tried to base any interactions or possible ones off of their personalities instead of outwards looks, having found that the pretty ones often had some issues that she didn’t like too much. Mason was not like that. She would have to guess he was late twenties to early thirties. Not that much older than she was. He was older. She knew that much. He had this sense around him that very little could affect him or his job.

I cut him off, “Mr Collins was a student at the same time as Mason? How old are they?” “Yes, Mason is 22 and Mr Collins is 26. They trained together for two years before Collins graduated as a soldier when he was 24, but then came to take over as headmaster when his father died six months ago. He's the youngest head to ever run the school,” “Wow, that's tough. Did they…” I begin, wanting all the gossip but I'm interrupted by a banging on my door. “Who the hell is that at this time?” I ask. I follow Theo to my door and peek around it as he opens the door to a furious-looking Mason.