Titans Jason Todd Novels & Stories

After Paul hangs up, the brimming need to sneak a look at my laptop’s screen wraps around my neck like a noose, and I find myself looking at the picture again. Jaxon Wolfgang is standing there in his Dallas Titans uniform. His jersey number is twelve, and the word TITANS is stretched across his massive chest. At thirty-nine, he looks every inch the legendary NFL quarterback the media claims him to be. His dark hair is slicked back from his rugged features, and his intense blue-grey eyes are fixed on the camera with that same authoritative focus he uses to dominate the field. “Mommy!” I’m cut off from my thoughts by the tiny shrieking voice from across the patio calling me.

Jason told Tharollin with a sincere heart. "I am just like a forest and a night of dark trees, but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses. You have earned my trust Jason and you now have my full support." Tharollin said smiling at the young man. Jason hugs Rae in happiness. Tharollin was now sure of one thing. Jason won't let go of his daughter no matter what. Jason is a Tribird and his mother had broken the first Tribrid bond.

Noah said and looked back at the phone. He then showed June another picture of a man who was smirking at the camera, the man looked exactly like Chris but he was not muscular. He was lean and tall, he was wearing a white tank top. His left biceps was overed with tattoos of dark roses which reached to the nape of his neck. "He's Jason.Chris and him are twins. But Jason isn't interested in the company, he has a band." June nodded his head in understanding. The pervious owner of the body had no information about Noah, "So you got the company?"

Different from the p**n guilt. Before he could close the distance and mutter a quiet “You good?”, Coach’s whistle sliced through the gym like a gunshot. “Listen up! Jason ain’t coming today—” “Why?” Todd blurted immediately. “Shut up, Todd, let me finish speaking.” Coach rolled his eyes so hard it was a miracle they didn’t fall out. “Apparently he had some problems with his education. Taking a short break. I’ll rearrange the rotations. You’ll all just have to deal with it. Now quit staring at me like I killed your dog.”

Audrie opens the back door as I carry Isla's exhausted body to the back seat, where I lay her down. Growls pull our attention to the field aside from the road. Grabbing a pair of shorts from the back, I jog off in their direction; I come across Tate's smashed-up white Ford Raptor. Gazing in the driver's window, Oh fuck, Tate's face down on the steering wheel, a chunk of metal jutting out of his back. I pry open the door, he still has a pulse, and there's no way I'm pulling that out until a doctor says. I pull his limp body out and carry him back to my car. He's a heavy mother fucker.

"no thanks ,i need to do this on my own jason" jason watches as nadir drives off hw turns to walk away but halts halfway to the main door, why does he feel so uneasy afterall tabitha is a friend, he walks back to his car igniting the engine to follow behind nadir afterall it won't hurt to check on her, pulling out his phone he dials collin's number, "hello collins i may have to ask you yet another favor" "please proceed" "im searching for a missing person jake by name"

I step inside and immediately freeze when I catch a dude as tall as Maddox raking me up and down. They are both walking mountains, but this guy's arms and hands are tattooed. Dark eyebrows lift guiltily when I catch him staring at me, and a slow-spreading smile takes over his lush lips. "Ah! You must be Michelle," the tattooed guy reaches out his hand for me to take. His expression is actually friendly, and there is a lowkey, husky Spanish accent. "I'm Jason, the mutt." Oh, he is referring to the phone call...

praised Brant, one of Jason's friends. Jason invited two of his friends, Brant and Tommy, to the bar. After seeing the announcement on the STARSHINE Enterprise website about the ‘STAR Plaza’ project being awarded to Jason, his friends suddenly rushed over to him. Tommy nodded. “After you win this big project, your ex-wife will definitely regret divorcing you.” Tommy's hand helped pour vodka into Jason's shot glass.

“Cute kid.” Jason glanced over at the person speaking to now becoming defensive as it was only him and the man standing there. The aquarium wasn’t packed due to it being a Thursday morning. Jason held his son close to him, protectively, as he stared at the dead eyes of Chris Sanders. He would know him anywhere just like Julissa said. His eyes held nothing inside and he looked rugged with a tattoo up his neck flowing down his arm. He was a rougher-looking Dan. “How did you find me?” Jason asked, angrily.

, knowing that my next words might shatter the fragile truce we'd established. "It's about Tyla." Jason's expression darkened immediately. "What about her?" "She's in trouble," I said. "Jonathan has her imprisoned." "And this concerns me why, exactly?" His tone was cold, but I caught a flicker of concern in his eyes. "Because I need to get her out," I said simply. "And I can't do it alone." Jason laughed again, shaking his head in disbelief. "So that's it? You want me to help you break into Jonathan's compound? Risk my life again for your crusade? After what happened last time?" "I know it's a lot to ask—" "It's insane is what it is," he interrupted. "Do you have any idea what they'll do to