Private Eye Jason Priestley Novels & Stories

It's full of affection, the very affection he craves so much. Jason's eyes flutter open, and Armand’s heart nearly stops when he looks into Jason's beautiful hazel eyes. They're absolutely stunning, and they take his breath away. He can see their color now, and they're the most unique set of hazel eyes he's ever seen. Blue, green. And right now they're more on the green side. They're mesmerizing, and the Elder could gaze into them all day.

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!

And Conrad never acted like that with clients. Jackson looked to be in doubt, eyes far away before he quickly came back, “Those politicians and CEOs, do you remember any names?" He asked. As I went back again, I nodded, I definitely did. “I remembered the minister of state affairs, Jordan Priest and one CEO, Jalaan Requiro. These two because he somehow hung out with both of them the most" Jackson nodded before taking his laptop and typing something in quickly. He then flipped the laptop for me to see, "Is this Jordan Priest?” He asked.

“If you're watching this Chief, I—we want you to know it wasn't your fault. You're the best damn leader we could ever ask for. And one single moment of vulnerability won't take that from you.” Pierce kept talking—each word peeling back something Jason hadn’t bothered to look at. Jason clicked off the screen mid-sentence. He wasn’t interested in hearing the rest. The tablet hit the desk with a full thud as he pushed to his feet, turning to the glass window. He yanked a pack of cigarettes from the inner pocket of his suit jacket, shoving a hand into his pants pocket for the lighter—only to come up empty. He twisted around but Ethan walked over with the gold-plated lighter in his hand, holding

I suggested before going inside. “Jason.” I greeted him, causing him to jump out of his chair to stand at attention. “Lord Androkles. Is this a surprise inspection? You were here a week ago.” Jason asked, confused and concerned that I was here again so soon. “I have Miss Ismene-Eirene waiting outside. I have spoken with her and Leander regarding the trial of training a seeing-eye dog. I will be receiving word soon from Lady Rosalyn, Lord Zeus’s mother, from the mortal realm detailing the training specific for becoming a seeing-eye dog.” I explained.

I just can’t stand the thought that she let that asshole touch her. The day is a bit dark and dreary due to the rain. Thankfully, it doesn’t take me long to get to Priest’s garage. Priest is a former Confradia Assassin who suffered an accident during a routine mission a few years ago. Unfortunately, he lost most of his eyesight, and due to his disability, he was forced to semi-retire. It wasn’t until a year ago the Confradia offered him the opportunity to regain his eyesight. The Confradia scientists came up with an experimental military procedure that would repair the damage in his eyes. Priest agreed, went under the knife, and the surgery was successful. According to Hunter, he now has cyb

He tilted Jason's head upwards and removed the objects from his eyes. "Better now?" he asked Jason. "Thanks Jevan," Jason answered and skipped happily back to bed. The room was in complete silence. Jevan didn't say a word nor did I. I was too afraid because in his hands were the pair of hazel contact lenses. The ones I use to conceal the true grey color of Our son's eyes.

I thought back, my eyes fixed on Jason. Jason sat as always motionless, his elbow loosely resting on the table, glass still within reach. His expression was calm, almost casual, but there was something in his eyes that made Ryan fall completely silent. The words still on Ryan’s lips vanished. He turned his head slightly away, rubbed his thumb over the leather of the folder, and then leaned forward with both hands on the table — close enough to look threatening.

I had to fight back shrugging my shoulders, as the Lycan sat on the chair in front of mine. His eyes studied my expression for a few seconds, and despite wanting to break the glass of whiskey that he had in front of him, I chose to give him a sarcastic smile before leaning in to my husband’s chest, laying my head on it. Ezra didn’t say a word as he looked down at me, and it wasn’t until I felt him running his finger up and down my arm that I looked up at him. His eyes met mine, and he smiled before nodding in assurance. I simply returned the smile before looking up at the Lycan to find that his eyes were still on us. “Is there anything that is bothering you, Killian?” Ezra asked, catching hi

1 Jason was the only one who followed us up. We met the lawyer, Mr. Drakon, a man in his late thirties with a striking appearance. White blonde hair cut close to his head and unnerving bright blue eyes, almost a fluorescent blue. His gaze was so scrutinizing that it seemed like he had me and all my secrets figured out with one simple sweep. 1 He led us to a conference room where a young man was already waiting for us. Leo and I settled on one side of the table while the two men settled across from us. Jason stood guard by the door.