Private Eye Jason Priestley Novels & Stories

Jason was like Hale when he was embarrassed and wanted to throw me off guard. I was going to say something, but Hale’s blue eyes returned with a heavy sigh before I could speak. “You may feel free to ignore Jason. He has always been more forward than me. I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable or confused. A lot has happened, and it’s left us all reeling.” Hale sighed, stepping back just a fraction to give me breathing room.

"That's Mr. Eldrian, our CEO! He's still young, he's younger than you, Jason!" Mr. Danu immediately walked quickly looking for Eldrian who was in the lobby. The man forgot that he had something to do about an office event that he hadn't mentioned yet. On the other hand, Jason began to realize that the man he had known as Ziyan was Eldrian, the CEO of his company.

She lowered her eyes and followed Jason to report the case. Watching from the sidelines, Timothy's gaze fell on the lawyer beside Mia. Who was this man? A lawyer? Timothy's mood soured as he walked over to Heath. "Find out who that man is." Heath glanced at the man and immediately replied, "He must be Jason Lane, the top lawyer in Nord City." "He's from the Lane family?" Timothy's brows furrowed at the mention of the Lanes. It was another person from the Lane family. No wonder!

Riley came through the crowd to stand a half-step behind the High Priestess as he looked around the crowd, “and witnesses. My name is Riley Meckles, and I was employed by King Owen to spy on Alpha Theodore Nightshade.” My eyes grew wide in surprise that Riley was turning so quickly against the king. I supposed it likely looked to others like I was surprised to find out he was a spy. Owen was losing it. “Why, you ungrateful—” “While spying on Alpha Nightshade,” Riley cut him off abruptly, “I observed the High Priestess examine him, and specifically the band along his forehead. I heard her diagnosis, or lack thereof, as she was unable to identify its purpose or origin. Only that it was a good

Luke his best friend and best man, voice came out as a whisper. He had to reply. He looked up at Elena, her brows were creased, her face was already sullen it looked like she had aged right there. Tears welled up in her eyes. He turned his gaze to Diane and she smiled at him but she was also loosing her patience not only her but the people in attendance too. "Jason Mort do...." The priest began again for the seventh time but was cut off by Jason. "I do." He replied and gave Elena his full blown smile as she heaved a heavy sigh of relief.

Eli turns slowly to face him, his eyes narrowing into slits. “Back off, Jason. This doesn’t concern you and I'm not in the mood.” “Oh, it absolutely concerns me,” Jason counters, stepping fully into the courtyard, his voice dripping with an annoying, public bravado as he looks around at the remaining onlookers. “It concerns me because I was right yesterday and now we all know the absolute truth.” He points his finger at me, turning to the crowd. “Pull your phones back out guys, and capture her face,” he says, pointing at me. “Capture the face of the lying cheating slut who has been fucking her own bodyguard behind my back for weeks.”

Jason cut off the secretary. " Her mother, Cynthia Jones is late sir." The secretary replied. " Do you have a picture of her mother?" Jason Inquired. Of Mira turned out to be the daughter of his aunt, didn't that mean that his aunt was no more? How would grandmother react to those news? He was sure everybody in the family would be devastated. " It's easy to find pictures of Cynthia Jones in the internet. Afterall, she was the CEO of Jones group while she was alive." The secretary commented, placing afew copies of pictures on Jason's desk.

Alpha Jason This was not who I expected when Emerald walked in with Zavian. I was expecting, as the kids say, some creepy old man. That is not what I saw following Emerald into my office. Zavian was my height, so 6’3”, with messy purple hair and bright lime green eyes. He has tattoos covering a large portion of his body and several facial piercings. I have no doubt that he has more under his clothes. I watch as Emerald takes her usual seat between my boys, and Zavain sits down not far from her. I can’t blame him for sitting close to the only person he knows here. He doesn’t seem nervous being here, which makes me uncomfortable.

Aries yawned walking out of his room just in his shorts purposely and Maria widened her eyes. “Can you wear something?” Ace gritted, glaring in his direction, and Aries looked down at himself. “Sure!” He smirked and walked back into his room. He changed into sweatpants and a T-shirt when he received a call from Mike. “Egypt!” He said. “What?” Aries furrowed his eyebrows. “Jason Smith works for Alfred Doyle and he’s in Egypt!” Mike informed.

Ogali’. I pushed my glasses up my nose a bit then I sat down silently. ‘Psst!’, I heard from behind me. I didn’t turn of course. ‘Psst!’, I turned slightly and Beck Jameson was staring at me with his hazel eyes. I wasn’t scared of him like everyone else in school because minus the whole bad boy façade he is just a strangled little penguin to me.