Roy Harper/jason Todd Novels & Stories

~Justin~ Jacob led us into his living room after Adrian had spirited Harper away. It was evident that Harper was carrying a heavy burden of pent-up anger, making me anticipate a lengthy absence. The complexity of their relationship remained beyond my comprehension, but I held out hope for a swift resolution. Dealing with two lovesick, broken-hearted individuals was a situation I wanted to avoid, as it proved quite tiresome, especially when I was already dealing with my own stress.

With how crazy it sounded, he needed as many calm heads as possible to make sense of it. "Tell me, Ryder. What's wrong?" Hara hugged him, hoping to melt away his resolve. She did. Seconds later, he was clearing his throat. "Giveon has some news for us. Uh—" He looked over to the guys, hoping one of them would bail him out and say the words instead. But they didn't seem like they wanted to. So he continued. "Okay. Uh — he met Jason and Ciara. And, uh — Jason could hear Ciara's thoughts."

Jason let out a bitter smile and said, “No. It isn’t me. It’s your Aunt Summers.” “Mr. Yarde…” Not far away, Chadwick called him. Kayson waved his hand at him and said, “You guys go first. Don’t need to wait for me.” Chadwick nodded. Before he left, he took a glance at Jason. ‘Isn’t he the director of Triumph Realtor? He’s one of the top developers in Skyriv.’ Even he did not have a chance to meet someone like Jason. Yet, not only did Kayson know him, but he seemed rather close to him as well.

She hesitated for a moment before she said, “This is my friend, and his name is Kayson Yarde.” Jason nodded indifferently. “Kayson Yarde… I shall remember you.” Yvette wanted to laugh, but she held back the urge to do so by the side. Kayson was calm and composed. Jason chuckled and said, “Let’s order first. We shall talk more while we eat.” After placing their orders, Jason lived up to his reputation as the director of a large corporation by completely taking control of the conversation during the meal. Both parties discussed Plot No. 8 and arrived at the topic of Trevor.

he said as he placed a file on his desk along with a key on top of it. “This is the key to your new office. And this file has the list of all your upcoming appointments.” “I don't understand, Beta Rodriguez. What am I supposed to do?” I asked him when he finally looked at me. “You are supposed to help in the orphanage and help newly found couples find suitable homes for themselves,” he answered, and I nodded my head. Knock knock. I turned towards the door when it opened to reveal Jasper. He bowed at us both as he stood behind me. “This is Jasper Denis. My most skilled warrior. He will show you around the pack today.”

Jason tucked his member back in his pants and zipped up the zipper as he strode to stand in front of Harrod who lay on the floor staring lifelessly at his broken wife acting so disgraceful and slutty towards the person he hates the most- Jason! Harrod was devastated. His chest still tightened and hurt so much from the betrayal. However, he was so beaten up and shocked that he was numb to the pain. Only the streak of tears that fell down his face showed how hurt he was. " Are you mad?" Jason crouched and asked in a hush as he pulled on Harrod's red-brown hair. The latter looked up to Jason with his lackluster gaze still filled with fury. " Rather, shouldn't you be mad at her?" Jason pointed t

"I'm going to miss seeing that ass peeking out from under your shorts." Heath lifted his glass. "And I'll miss the way those tits of yours bounce when you get excited." Karla laughed, taking the shot glass Sean offered her. "You two know how to make a girl feel special, you know that?" Sean lifted his glass into the air, Heath following suit. "You are special, Karla Harper, and we'll miss you here." He lifted his glass and all three downed the shot. As soon as the glasses hit the bar, Sean filled them up again.

Why don’t you try stamping on his fine leather shoes next or snatching the Rolex off his wrist and smashing it off the ground? His lips pursed, he fixed me with a cold, hard glare. “Yes, that’s me, grotty Greyson, also known as grimy Greyson, Greyson Smelliot and Smelly Elliot. I tend to go by Greyson or Mr Elliot these days. You can call me Mr Elliot. I assume we went to school together?” “Zoe, Zoe Smithson.”

"You've got quite the eye, Vance! Good taste." My face burned even hotter at the blunt teasing. "Shut your loud mouth," Ryder grumbled, though there was no real malice in his tone. He turned around, offering me a hand to help me up, then pulled me by the waist, pressing me possessively against his side. "Baby, ignore this idiot. This is Jason. My old best friend and hockey teammate from Canada." Jason extended his hand to me with a warm, golden-retriever-like smile that completely contrasted with my boyfriend's dark aura. "Jason. Specialist in pissing Ryder off, and the actual captain on the ice. It's nice to finally meet the angel who managed to melt this monster."

CHAPTER 49. A SHADOW OF MYSELF RYDER It's been two days since Hara's disappearance. Two days of living in hell. Two days of wallowing in depression and misery. Two days of basking in sheer confusion. It's the most unexplainable shit. No one knew anything. Like she just disappeared into thin air. I tried getting Jason to talk again, but he wouldn't. He just glares at me, gets aggressive, and goes mute. It's already been more than 48 hours but I still can't completely believe that Jason was a rogue.