Mason The Book Novels & Stories

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.

Without apologizing, she sprinted out of sight, and a confused Mason walked in, glancing back at her then to me with a lifted eyebrow. I shrugged in dismissal and he walked in, dropping the book on the table. “What's this?” “It's about Vladimir.” “Really?” I began to open the book. “Not, not the book. I meant, about Vladimir…” “Oh. What about him? Any new information?” I leaned closer.

I moaned loudly while burring my face into the bed. He kept at this pace until he finally came to a climax. "Why are you so stubborn?" He said while slapping my ass before collapsing on the bed next to me. "Because I'm awesome, and that's what awesome people do." I say as I tried to catch my breath. Mason didn't say anything, he just pulled me into his arms and we lay there in silence until we both knocked out. ----------------------------------------------

Awful state,” bisbisbishop between his teeth, reflecting on what it meant to Jay and Sasha in the wake of having their startling memories. “All things considered, it wasn't out of the ordinary,” says Mason, to which I shrug a bit. In any case, isn't it expected that you were done flipping through that book the night before? He asks moving, pointing Angeldo with his pointer to my lap. I stifle a murmur when I see the book sprawled across my thighs with a blue sheet embedded between the pages as a bookmark. “I'm taking as long as I need to, basically, I react, not having the guts to concede that flipping through a lonely passage gives me a terrible headache.

I’m curious. “I’ve got some homework to do,” I say, staring at the book. Maybe it’s a good idea to start reading through the book, anyway. “It’s almost midnight,” Mason points out, frowning. “No rest for the wicked, bro,” I quip, grabbing the book and heading upstairs. "Goodnight, baby sis!" Mason yells when I don’t say anything. I slam the door of my room as an answer. “Goodnight, baby sis!” he shouts after me. I slam my door in response.

"So I've heard." We make our way back to the living room, and I sit on the couch while Mason returns to the armchair. "Uh, what are you reading?" I ask, since I guess we're actually having a conversation right now. Zuri greedily sucks down her bottle, not paying any attention to us. Mason laughs nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "Oh, um, 'Salem's Lot'. Stephen King is my favorite author." Wow, so he reads on the regular.

he said, turning back to his room. As he left, Ben sighed, watching the door shut softly behind him. “How did a boy so nice get entangled with Master?” Mason read until he couldn’t anymore. He stretched and yawned, smiling proudly at himself. He had covered enough for the day. After freshening up, Mason prepared for bed. Laying down, he shifted comfortably on the soft mattress and let himself slip into darkness. --- A creak. The sound made Mason frown in his sleep, but he slipped back into darkness.

We sat in silence. Then he nudged my shoulder. “You stink, by the way.” I smirked. “So do you.” We laughed. Mason appeared a moment later with three mugs of something hot and suspiciously bitter-smelling. He handed me one. “For the soreness. And the visions.” I took it gratefully. “Thanks, doc.” He rolled his eyes. “I’m not a doctor.” “No, but you’re bossy, emotionally repressed, and always vaguely annoyed. So, same vibe.”

“Called it a ‘rebirth in the name of divine chaos.’ Then he kissed Rosa’s hand and asked if she was a time traveler.” I groan and bury my face in my hands. “Why am I friends with him?” “Because you’re just as broken,” Mason says smoothly. “Remind me to never eat anything ever again,” I mutter. Harper leans over and clinks her mug against mine. “Or at least don’t trust snacks from people richer than God.” “Lesson learned.”