Michael Myers X Jason Voorhees Novels & Stories

“See?” “That doesn’t prove shit. You inserting yourself into this case wanting me to be the murderer just makes yourself looks worse. This is in no way helping Diamond’s case.” Jason replied, pacing the floor. “I attacked her ok, but I didn’t kill her! And you fucking stay away from my sister!” McGee wriggled trying to break free to attack Jason. “Stop this Michael. You’re making yourself look guiltier.” Officer Williamson chimed in. “You didn’t run after her for more answers?” Fairchild just wanted to get back on the subject at hand.

Michael said over the phone. "We need to carry out our plan tonight," Jason said. "What plan?" Michael asked, confused. "Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten, Michael. Our plan to scare Allison, dummy." "Dude, you were really serious about that?" "Yes, I am. You know what Allison looks like, right?" Jason asked, since he had never met her in person. "Yeah, I met her when we framed her aunt for food poisoning. I also know where she works," Michael replied. "Then let’s give her a scare tonight," Jason said, grinning like a psychopath.

I was yanked from my thoughts as someone yelled behind me. I turned to see Liam, his face twisted in rage. But this time, he wasn't alone. Standing beside him was an older guy in a similar tracksuit with the same vulture tattoo. "You had your fun acting like you run shit, but you're dead today!" Liam snarled. I chuckled. "Is this guy serious?" "I'll handle this," Jason offered, stepping forward. "Shut up, Jason," I snapped before lunging forward and delivering a sucker punch straight to Liam's face. He hit the pavement with a loud thud.

"Sorry, Jason... This meeting was just a trap, I'm sure she's already captured by the men I sent. Jason's eyes were bloodshot. A man came running to him, he balled his fist and aimed for his front nose. His hand met the bridge of his nose and blood spattered over the floor as the man lay down wasted. "Mother fucker! The others ran to him. He targeted one and kicked the man's stomach, making him spit out blood. He dragged the other by his hair, sinking his fingers into his scalp and tossing him hard onto the floor. The man winced as his back ached. Another man came behind him, he turned abruptly and slammed his hand at his ribs making him groan. Xavier stood up and dusted himself. He smiled a

I shouted. Surprisingly, Jason released my neck and I moved back glaring at him. "You can leave but by tomorrow, all your nude and sex videos would be out there in the news of Texas. Let's see how you want to live with that, " he said calmly. He sat down and crossed his legs looking at shock and devastated me. "

My heart leapt into my throat. Ethan. It had to be Ethan. I grabbed the phone so fast it almost slipped from my hand. But when I looked at the screen— Jason. I exhaled slowly before answering. “Yeah?” “Bro,” Jason’s voice came through, loud as always. “You won’t believe what I just heard.” I leaned back against the headboard. “What now?” “It’s about Myles. Your guy. The one you’re tight with.” My chest stiffened. “What about him?”

The players stripped fast, shedding jerseys and shorts in a frenzy, their cocks of all sizes bobbing free—thick ones veined like ropes, long ones curving upward, straight shafts with heavy balls swinging below, all hardening at the sight of Jason on his knees, lips parted and glistening. First was Mike, the 20-year-old linebacker, broad and brutal with shoulders like boulders. He grabbed Jason's hair in a tight fist, yanking his head back before shoving his thick cock past those full lips, the head bumping against Jason's tonsils. Jason choked immediately, the invasion rougher than Coach's, Mike's musky scent overwhelming as coarse pubes scratched his nose. He forced Jason to deep-throat, ga

“Are you crying because I scored or because I look ridiculously good in this jersey?” I laughed through my tears. “A little bit of both.” He grinned, that cocky smirk that melted me every time. “I’ll take it.” “Hayden Michaels!” Jason’s voice boomed behind him. “Stop making out in front of the press, you lovesick idiot!” Hayden didn’t even turn around. “Jealous much?” Jason groaned. “Extremely!” Laughter bubbled out of me, light and unrestrained. The kind I hadn’t felt in months.

he asks stepping forward to get a better look at my face, I back up and with finding my lighter in the driver's seat, I light up a smoke and exhale to the right of me away from him. "It's alright. Nothing," I backed up another step from him as he stepped forward to touch me. Taking the hint he drops his hand and stays where he is. "I'm Jason, Jason Austin." He holds his hand out for me to shake. I take it carefully and shake his hand. "I'm Marrallyn Wheaton, nice to meet you." Boy, this guy yummy. "How old are you?"

A laugh left Jason's lips as he rested back in the chair and said, "It's good that you now know... If you ever think about making an enemy out of me, remember this day that marks the fall of Vex Co." The coldness in his eyes made Mr. Harris' face pale as he glanced away from him and said, "Yes... Sir." Just then, Jason spotted Emma entering the restaurant and a smile graced his face before it instantly faded at the sight of Lawyer Wilson walking in right after her. When Mr. Harris looked back at Jason and followed his gaze, his eyes widened as he whispered, "What is the Taylors' lawyer doing here?" But the silence was the only answer he got from Jason until Emma and Mr. Wilson arrived at the