Perry Mason Novels & Stories

I ask the Sheriff to take me to Father Frank I go into the church and sit on the front pew staring at oblivion at the crucifix stationed in front. Father Frank taps me from behind on the shoulder “Why the long face Mason?” he ask I took a deep breath “Jessica Darren is dead. Asmodeus killed her” Father Frank sighs “I couldn’t stop him. All I could do was watch” “Mason—” “He called me weak” I said “That is not true Mason. Don’t let a demon tell you that. Come on Mason, that’s just him trying to make you doubt yourself”

Oh, how he wanted to get away from here. 'No, Tyler. You have to get your answers. It's related to Young Miss after all.' "Oh, you're still here?" Mason quirked his brow in curiosity as he glanced at him. He seemed surprised to find Tyler. Shameless. What Tyler had finally figured out now was that this man named Mason was shamelessly shameless. 'I will never forget this, Waters!' Mason threw a mouthful of roasted almonds in his mouth. Getting lost in the taste, he forgot to answer.

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.

15. 2007 [THIRD-PERSON POV] “Jaxson, baby!” A young woman named Perry shouted as she approached the young Jaxson while carrying a large number of paper bags in her hands. Keegan Campbell and Matienzo Madrigal were distracted by her shrill voice and the annoying sound coming from her heels stomping on the floor. Perry is one of Jaxson’s cousins and belongs to the pure blooded Madrigal side. She also resides in the manor.

a husky voice with a thick Texan accent responded. Yada knew instantly this man knew her, or knew whom she worked for. Unable to decide which impulse was correct, she gave him the lighter back. She knew they were in public and he couldn’t try anything to harm her as long as they were. Yada looked across the breaking waves again. “Forgive me; you have me at a disadvantage. You are?” she asked, not looking at him. “You can call me Mason,” he said. “I know you don’t I?” Instantly she knew the name. She had not heard it since she was seventeen. He was part of James Trenton’s private team and once a friend to her.

God, what a crazy-ass unit Para-Force was. A knot formed in his gut, anger twisting inside of him at the pain Ezra suffered because of Hoyt, but not just Hoyt. Mason Ricker played a major role in everything that happened. He was the reason Mary Johnson died, the reason they were even in Bull Creek with Erin. What caused him to betray his own team this way? To sell children for crying out loud? Colton felt his gorilla rage within him. He never would have pictured the mole being Mason. Benny, of course. He was the sleaziest of them all, still neck-deep in the Underworld. But Mason? Mason was just so…so… Colton took a deep breath. Mason was a sniveling weasel, that's what he was.

Mason grits out as he paces the floor. “She’s not a woman. She’s a monster.” I offer my own opinion on the matter. The guys take turns sitting with me while the others pace, waiting for the call to come that the arrest has been made. Finally Mason sits down beside Asher and pulls my feet into his lap, Aspen sitting on the floor in front of us. We huddle together like that for what seems like forever when finally, Mason’s office phone rings. “Hello?” He answers then waits for the other person to speak while the rest of us hold our breath. “Good. Put her in the interrogation room. I’ll be right there.”

the man reassured him. Mason nodded eagerly. "Okay, thanks, Master. Oh, by the way... I want to call my mom so she doesn't worry about me." "No need to rush. Once we're done eating, I'll take you home myself," the man promised. "Alright then," Mason agreed easily. ... Spencer had been tracking the mysterious man from the moment he got off the plane, piecing together his movements. He immediately called Damon. "Mr. Sumner, we've got a lead. The man who took Mr. Mason is named Alexander Kinsey. He flew into town today and doesn't appear to be connected to Gabriel.

He said, the annoyance evident in his tone. “I’m so confused right now,” I whispered because I hadn’t known Alex or Mason had hired anyone. The most I knew was that Mason was trying to turn his heartbreak into something productive and had been looking into it himself. Even then, he had fallen off the face of the Earth besides a picture he had sent a couple of weeks ago of him on the beach with a model on his lap. I hadn’t expected him to shell out any cash to hire a P.I. for me.

the system answered coldly. "What?" The system then showed me the scene of when I jumped from the top of the building. "Perry's storyline had a bad ending. He had a love-hate relationship with the main female lead, Jessie Martin, and jumped to his death shortly after she did. He's now as dead as a doornail." The system's voice disappeared right after that. I watched as I jumped off the building. Perry had jumped right after I did, without a single moment of hesitation. He'd never once held my hand, even until the end. He could only watch as he was crushed alive with the lifeless "Jessie Martin" next to him.