Mason The Book Novels & Stories

“You didn’t hesitate because you’re a bad person or your magic is making you do bad things. You didn’t hesitate because you followed your instincts like a werewolf.” “Yeah? And what were my instincts saying?” “I’m no expert, but I’m willing to risk a guess. They were telling you the deabru would keep killing after they killed us, but their deaths could save me. Look, Little Mason, what is worse? Doing something with a doubtful morality to save lives, and perhaps the world, or having the power to stop true evil and doing nothing so you don’t get your hands dirty.” “That’s a little oversimplification, don’t you think?”

So, let me explain what happened. I was reading my favourite book and the main characters were just about to kiss when Mason had the decency to interrupt me. And also he stole my nutella that I especially kept in my bag. When I woke up in the morning, I looked and saw that the jar was half empty. When I asked Mason, his only reply was; C'mon, I saw it, I took a bite of it, I liked it and ate it. You should be thankful I left half for you. That motherf**ker!

He attacked his master with a knife and took the book from there. "I knew it. You won't be able to get the book. Never." Master Qiang sadly died. "What is this? It is not the secret book. It is just a useless empty diary. Oof! The old man died without telling anything." Zhang Wei became mad to see the empty book. His eyes became red with great anger. He started to find the book everywhere. "oof. Where is the useless book? Chenguang why are you standing without finding the book? Search it." He growls and commands to Chenguang.

my sister had our arms linked and stepped out of my room. As we approached the front door, Ares' large frame blocked the doorframe keeping me from seeing Clark. "So, you must be him," Ares crosses his arms. "Clark Mason, and you must be Ares Reid, a pleasure to meet you. I heard about your reputation at the school." Hearing my date on the other side of my brother. "Oh, what else do you know?" My brother seems to amuse by Clark's wits. "Well, I know you get into fights a lot; the word trouble is in your vocabulary because of your behavior, not only that you put a kid in the hospital by breaking his jaw senior year and was about not to graduate."

I only smiled until my eyes curved like crescents. Something seemed to block Mason's throat. He stepped back from the closet and accidentally bumped the bookshelf with his shoulder. Something fell from the top shelf and hit the floor with a slap. A dark-blue journal with a worn, fraying cover lay open on the floor. He bent to pick it up, but his gaze caught the first lines on the exposed page. "I came back from ten years in the future."

If only she knew how badly I wanted to shatter it. That night, sleep evaded me again. I wandered downstairs for water, the house dark except for the soft glow from the living room. Mason was there, sitting in his favorite armchair with a book, wearing a simple black t-shirt that clung to his shoulders and chest. He looked up as I entered, and the intensity in his eyes pinned me in place. “Couldn’t sleep, baby girl?” The endearment slipped out so naturally, so quietly, that it stole my breath.

*** Walking into Mason's home office this evening wasn't part of my plan for today, but after the professor's announcement of a book quiz feew days from now, I can't help but find something good to read in his library. Ash and Martha told me that the professor likes to throw questions we can hardly find the answers in our course book – that's not fair. And we couldn't find something better in the school's library, we got there late. Maybe Mason could lend me some books on this topic, since he used to be a successful business man himself. I knock on the door, and his voice echoes, “Come in.” He's sitting behind a desk. He's still working but not in his uniform, instead he's wearing a simple b

I fought for words to say and just then, the door swung open and Mason walked in. "I can see that you are finally awake. You are not going to escape your training this time around." He teased and I was grateful for the distraction from whatever it was Leemah and I were discussing. The only time I saw light exuding from a book like that was when Draven gave me a book claiming I was the only one who could read it but it all happened so fast and it was weird because I didn't know what happened after I took the book from him. I only saw a bright light coming out from the book. After that, I was lost in its will and I could not feel my wolf too.

Mason is a mystery plus an ass, and standing in his space feels like the closest I've come to reading between the lines when it comes to him. His bed is perfectly made, military style. A few trophies lined a shelf basketball, track. There's a framed photo on the desk of him with two younger boys, probably his brothers. They're all smiling in the picture. Genuinely. That surprises me. I didn't think he knew how. Beside the photo is a leather bound notebook, closed, with a pen lying perfectly straight across it. I glance at the door, then back at the notebook, tempted but I don't touch it.

“If she does, you don’t have to engage. You owe her nothing.” “I know,” she replied, the words feeling more solid now. The fear hadn’t completely vanished, but it was no longer overwhelming. It had been replaced by a quiet determination. She had faced Cassy, and she had survived. More than that, she had asserted herself. As they reached the edge of the quad, near the old oak tree whose bare branches reached like skeletal fingers towards the sky, Mason stopped. “I should probably get back to those ancient texts before they conquer me ” he joked, a lighthearted tone returning to his voice.