Mason The Book Novels & Stories

Hell, all I could think right now was the way his skin had felt and the way his mouth had tasted. I was hungry. Starving for Tohr, for my mate. -Mara-. My name echoed through my head almost painfully. And it certainly wasn't Tohr's voice that did it. I jerked my head up from the book that Nerrian had been translating to help me learn their history and their language. -Sorry! - I responded back, burying my thoughts deep.

I say as my eyes stay trained on Mason. "Yeah, he's untrainable," Marcus says but he smiles to himself a little. "Right, you can take Mason home but if you mess up even a tiny little bit I'm taking him from you. Mason deserves a Master who will respect him." "Okay. I'll treat him properly," I say and Marcus nods. Mason stands up and gives me a tight hug that I return. I kiss his head and hold him close as he clings to my body. "I missed you," he says against my chest.

She asked curiously. “Let’s see.” He said as he walked closer to her while she stepped back. He backed her into a book shelf and there was just a tiny bit of space between them. “Just like the color of your lips, I want something bloody.” He said as his thumb grazes her lower lip and she shivered. She understood what he was saying, The first time she had seen Mason in the library, he was reading a crimes book so his words wasn’t surprising but does he have to say it like that? She guessed his favorite books would be thriller, particularly in the crimes sub-genre.

And Ace freaking Mason. I climbed up the narrow steps into the plane with a strange mix of nerves and confidence. My eyes scanned the cabin and found him immediately—seated by the window, legs stretched out, a glass of champagne in one hand, and— My jaw twitched. Was he seriously reading An Enemy Called Average? I blinked again to be sure. Yep. Same white -and-gold cover. John Mason, motivational guru and self-discipline king. “What’s next?” I asked, walking past him to my seat. “Chicken Soup for the Crime Lord’s Soul?”

Mason declared, his voice brooking no argument. Lex arched an eyebrow, his scepticism evident. "I thought we had agreed—" he began, but before he could finish his sentence, Mason cut him off, steamrolling over his words with an air of superiority. "I know what's the plan, dog. Don't interrupt again," Mason snapped, his tone sharp and dismissive. "If it wasn't for the fact that your rat in the dungeon gave me the idea to manipulate John's thoughts, you'd be dead." **Flashback**

--- Country M. The tension in the room was thick as one of the mafia bosses in Country M slammed his hands on his desk upon hearing the unsettling report. He really wanted to catch them and turn them into his, but they just vanished. This will affect his plan greatly. His eyes narrowed into a glare as he turned his gaze towards the person standing before him, his expression a mix of frustration and anger. "All of their and our key operatives have disappeared?" he demanded, his voice laced with barely contained fury. "And no one knows if there are any operatives left in the country."

I sat down and glanced at her, “ So class, today we will study about....” The Professor said after coughing and the boring as fuck class started. Classes were finally over, fu•k yes! “ We have all the books we need but one is missing, we need to go to the library again to collect that one.” Mason said while shoving the book list in his jeans pocket, I simply nodded my head. We entered the library and Mason greeted the librarian, “ Mr.Jude, we still have one book remaining.” Mason said and the guy smiled while saying,

Mason's determination to locate Queen intensified, as he knew that their union would bring them closer to their ultimate ambition. The news of Mason's arrival in the Earth realm with his formidable army and unwavering determination had reached Rylan's priest. The priest had become aware that Mason would stop at nothing to fulfill his desires and was even willing to take lives in his quest. The knowledge of Mason's intentions added a sense of urgency to the priest's mission—he sought to locate the reincarnations of the king and queen and prevent Mason from causing further harm. In this precarious situation, the priest prepared to embark on a mission that carried the weight of both destiny and

Worried that the zombie in him would take over upon the taste of the fresh meat, Jasper held back. “You are not participating?” Marcus telepathically asked as he stood beside Jasper and watched the pack peacefully share the meal Joseph provided. Like Jasper, he’d retained his humanoid shape with a wolf head, claws, and feet. “I caught a few rabbits a while back.” Jasper’s telepathic lie was accompanied by a loud grunt. “Let them have it. I’m good.” “I never developed a taste for rabbit,” Marcus mused. “They are a lot of work to catch with very little meat as a reward.” Then, looking at the position of the moon, he added, “We have about two hours before we change back.”

Mason said, “I’m afraid my books won’t interest you much, but you’re welcome to browse.” “That would be nice, thanks Mason.” Christine breathed a sigh of relief when Mason went to the kitchen. She grabbed a random book from the shelf and headed to where he was. He didn’t appear to have been asleep because his hair wasn’t even messy, Christine noted. She had to tread carefully. Rather wait for him to go back to work before she started snooping. She smiled sheepishly back at him and took the proffered mug of hot chocolate. “Smells divine,” she said, taking a cautious sip. It was hot but it was delicious.