True Blood Eric And Jason Novels & Stories

I wasn't going to stay so long there, so I wore something I knew could easily be worn to my workplace after I am done with both the father and son. "Now, shall we?" Jason asked, smiling. He held Eric by his hand and offered his hand to me too. I wanted to refuse it, but Eric's eyes were glued on me, so I just sheepishly took his hand. God, this boy is making me do so many things I have been trying to avoid. Jason opened the back door for both of us. He ran back to the driver's side, where he ran the car on ignition and zoomed off to where he wouldn't tell us we were going to.

“Now you're talking. You took my patch, didn't you? That stupid, asshole Prez of yours with scruff in his ass asked you to steal it to cripple my MC, ain't it?” “Fuck off, dick!” Eric cusses, rage burning in his eyes as he challenges Marion. As they bicker, I fold my arms, watching them and then her. She's running her hand through her hair, looking less interested in the scene. I check my phone again for Rio's response, but he hasn't responded. “Did you just call me a dick, asshole?” Marion glowers at Eric. “I just did, what are you going to do?” Marion snaps immediately and lunges at Eric, but before he can get any punch in, Jason rushes forward and holds his brother.

Everyone's eyes lit up and looked outside. In the dark, under the dim light, someone was heading towards them with incredible speed. "Is that Jason?" Molly leaned against the car door and tried to get a clear view. However, the environment was too dim and she couldn't see clearly. Everyone else shook their heads as well. None of them could get a clear view. Only Eric was able to see clearly after squinting his eyes. He then said desperately, "It's Jason! He's got a wolf in his arms as well. There's... blood on him as well."

Once it dinged and I stepped out, I ran to my suite, slamming the door and leaning my back against it. I pressed a hand to my chest, hoping it’d subside the frantic pounding of my heart. “This isn’t love, Tisha,” I warned my wolf, who was already churning and acting coy. “Do not mistake his kindness and flirtatious words for love. The last time we did, we saw hell. We are still seeing hell. Jason and Adrian are brothers, they are one and the same. Don’t be unfortunate.” I warned her. I rushed to the bed, and just as I plopped into the mattress my phone dinged. It was him.

He doesn’t take his hand out of mine and that makes my heart flutter weirdly. “Is everything okay with her? Nothing serious right?” He was almost pleading. “Yes, your blood helped her heal.” The doctor replied. I jerked my head when I heard that. Jason gave me his blood so I could heal? I’ve heard giving your mate your blood could help them heal faster. Or being in your wolf form and licking over their wounds. It was literally kissing them better. I thought it was just a myth when I was younger but this might just prove it. But should it work if Jason rejected me?

It's a shame that a mighty True Blood can't even save his mate. "You do realize you are a part of me. I'm a true blood because of you." No, you were born with those tendencies, that's why you are True Blood. "Why do you think of yourself as someone else. We are one." David Andrew you got the mouth of your mother, I wish you would have got some traits from your father also. "DA." Fuck you. And just like that once again they fought and abandoned each other. "Jason is ready. Let's go." Henry said seeing the frown that just made his way on the younger's face.

I look over and see Jason standing there covered in bloody wounds, looking pissed. "She started this," Emma says, glaring over at me. "I don't care who started it!" Jason glare over at the both of us, before walking away. I glare over at Emma as I leave out the living room, heading up the stairs to see why Jason is covered in bloody wounds. It's clear that he has been in a fight. I hear the shower running as I walk into our bedroom. I walk over and take a seat on the bed, looking over at the opened bathroom door, waiting for Jason to come out.

“How dare you accuse me of cheating, Jason?” He sneered. “Please. You always liked nice things. Guess you finally found a rich idiot to bankroll you.” Eric stiffened beside me. “I'd watch my mouth if I were you.” He said calmly but I could hear the subtle rage in his tone. “What’s the plan, huh?” Jason continued, ignoring Eric. His voice rising. “Play the perfect wife? Act like some saint when you’re really just a slut who spreads her legs for money.” Eric moved faster than flash and the next thing I heard was a cracking sound.

I was asked, to which I replied, "Trust me, this won't sabotage the marriage. The wedding will go on, and the marriage will continue unaffected." After driving past three brothels, Eric let out a sigh, and we both thought that tonight might not be the night we'd catch Jason in the act. "We can't find him," I said, turning to Eric. "Were you serious about what you said about Jason at all?' I asked. "Of course," Eric replied, "well, we can try again tomorrow. He's bound to show up eventually." Just when we were about to give up, Eric suddenly exclaimed, "There's Jason's car!" He quickly reversed his car and pulled over to a corner, watching as Jason returned to his vehicle and drove away. We f

his confidant, the man he trusted without question. Beauty’s fingers danced over Eric’s chest, her head tucked into the crook of his arm. The room still carried Jason’s scent—his cologne, the faint spice of his skin—but neither of them flinched. They were far too used to living in Jason’s world. Using his wealth. Sleeping in his bed. And now, they were planning to end his life as he knew it—piece by piece. Eric looked up at the ceiling, smirking. “You know, since is Judah Carlstone… we’re walking a tightrope.”