The Claiming Jara And Mason Novels & Stories

It wasn't funny at the time, but I laugh about it now. "Where were you hiking? Out West?" I laugh and shake my head. "No, why?" "Montana, Wyoming, and Idaho are the only places in the lower forty-eight where you'll find grizzlies." He shrugs. "I think there might even be a few in Washington." "Rational thought wasn't exactly prevalent out in the middle of nowhere. By the time the ranger found us, we were both hysterical." He chuckles. "You're right, that does sound traumatic."

Cara growled. Mason chuckled and remarked, “You are so cute. I am glad you are my mate.” “Your girlfriend better not come crying to me when she finds your broken tushy,” Cara hissed as she kept punching Mason’s back. Mason suddenly flung down his mate on a tuft of grass while she glared back at him. “My so called girlfriend is in there,” Mason pointed towards a newly built grave. “You still wanna fight me ?” he chuckled. “Mason was on a mission last night ?” I asked Dre in bewilderment. “I never sanctioned one !!” I exclaimed incredulously.

he says, his face dead serious. I blink in confusion before catching on. “Yup. No love involved. I’m just in it for the money,” I add, nodding along with him. “Wait… so you two are together?” Arabella stammers, stepping back in surprise, her eyes darting between Jace and the two of us. “Well, like Li said, it’s all about the money. I guess we’re ‘together,’ in a sense,” Mason responds with a smirk. I nod again, pretending to be serious. “Just waiting for him to kick the bucket so I can inherit everything. I mean, we’re both seeing other people, right?” I turn to Mason with exaggerated sincerity.

A month of wallowing in self-pity had cost him everything he had built. “The Henderson wedding security,” Mason continued, “they fired us yesterday. Said they couldn’t trust a company whose owner disappeared without explanation. Mrs. Patterson from the charity gala committee called three times asking where you were. I ran out of excuses.” “I don’t care about any of that,” Leandro said, but his voice lacked conviction. “Well, you should care. Because your employees care. Because the people who depend on you for their livelihoods care.” Mason’s voice was getting louder, more frustrated.

"The fire of greed in Jess’s eyes was so thick I could practically scent it through the air. Mason shifted beside me, his own scent changing as he realized my gamble was his only hope for survival. If the pup I carried was named Ethan’s heir, we were both untouchable. 'Now that we’re hunting in the same pack, Jess, your victory is mine,' Mason muttered, his voice finding a strength I hadn’t heard before. 'I’ll claim my honor through this pup, just like you’ll claim your seat at the head of the den.'

Jason asked as he raised an eyebrow. “We might be the dumbest out of us all but even the two of us aren’t that dumb.” Mason added. “Mace, the dumbness is just limited to you. I’m normal.” Jason said. “Shut up, clonie! Let the real people talk!” Mason scolded his brother. “You shut up and let the non-dumb people talk!” Jason scolded his brother. “Jace, you aren’t Einstein. You just don’t accept it. You are in denial. You are a dumbass too!” Mason fired back.

And we can see that curse is given to Mason brothers. They have realised something that they should have before only but alas they did not. There is a proverb that you do not value the person or the thing until it is gone from your life. Their absence makes you realise their worth. Now as they have realised what they have lost I shall tell you the story behind their loss my dear readers the tale of Violet Maxwell how she was caged by the Mason brothers and how she got out from their cage. The tale of Violet's pure love and Mason brothers greed and deceit along with lust

I heard Jarren mumble. "Fine, we'll fill our group up with other people," I told them. It didn't matter to me. "What's going on y'all?" Mason asked, doing the guy handshake thing with Aaden and Jarren. He then kissed Mallory's cheek and mine before sitting down. "So what did my douchebag brother want?" he asked, referring to Carson. "To flirt with Jillie," Mallory answered. "Again?" Mason asked. "He was not flirting," I responded. Jarren snorted, shaking his head, causing his black hair to fall into his blue eyes.

Chris squeezed my thigh gently. "It's gone," Mathew shook his head. "Chris has the last one, so if Ella is lucky enough-" "We'll see about that," Chris interrupted. "I think it's nice to remember these things," Mario pointed out. "We all had wild teenage years and we all have something to be embarrassed by," I nodded. People began to hurdle over to the middle of the room, as the music began playing. "May I have this dance?" Mathew asked Delilah, who gladly took his hand.

Once the door shuts, I roll onto my side facing Jarres who still sleeps. The back of his neck is burnt to a polished bronze from toiling beneath the blazing sun. His hair was long and black, stiff with coal and sweat. The dark shade juxtaposes against the valley of his spine which is a fairer color, dotted with charming moles— a parody of constellations— and aged scars from his first days in the quarry. I watch his back rise and fall, steady with the smooth, shallow tread of sleep. The silence and warmth wrap tendrils around my body, forming a cocoon that slowly begins to lull me back beneath the dark waters of sleep when noise disrupts it.